The Stoner Chapter
I don't smoke marijuana. I never have.
If that makes me a dork, too bad. If it makes me upstanding, also too bad. It's just the truth, I have never smoked marijuana.
But that's not to say I can help but admire people who do.
I would like to turn your attention to the first book of Corinthians, chapter 13. We'll start at verse 4, the most perfect and moving description of a loving person to be found in the Bible.
Also the perfect description of a stoner.
Let's go through it and see if you can see some uncanny parallels, like I do.
Love suffers long and is kind.
"What is that thing that you get in and it takes you places? You guys know what I'm talking about?"
"Yeah man it's called a car, we're in one right now.."
Love does not envy, parade itself, or act puffed up.
"Whoa duude your hand is soo big.."
Does not behave rudely or seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil.
"I tootally get where you're coming from maan.."
Does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth.
"Duude the stars are so pretty at night time.."
Bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
"Seriously brosef, everyone in the whole world should just like stop fighting man.."
Is there a more precise, accurate description of a loving man than one who is high? If the whole point of life is not to make money, not to accomplish things or to get ahead, but to love our fellow man--and if human nature is inherently selfish and evil--doesn't it make sense that one would want to inhibit the petty, greedy areas of one's brain, and break through to a higher, spiritual dimension where all is love and tolerance?
Question: There's a stoner on the left and a stoner on the right, who wins?
Answer: Who wins what?
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