

American here. I didn’t consent to it, but I am prepared and practice the mindfulness of being prepared that we reap what we sow.
I imagine my liver cells felt this way when I was an active alcoholic, part of the system but somehow powerless to change it.
Actually more like a somewhere else cell, my liver cells cry out in horror and I sit by unable to travel there to do any good.



Wow, hell of a sign off line.