Oh man, ok, so we're just going for it then?

We are.

Will and I do our best to break down and make sense of some of the perplexing ongoing conditions of everyday life. All these words, man. Watch out for some isms. We do fine. 

We share our respective baptisms into the world of occult traditions and how we carry these ideas around nowadays. 

I reveal personal tragedy, as is tradition.

We generate reasonably helpful tips for activating and optimizing your inner life.

We wonder if we millennials have lost our sense of community entirely. We're not sure! I'm fairly certain that it would be bad if that happened. We discuss what to do.

What about these skeptics? How annoying. But ugh, I know. It doesn't make any sense at all. I get it. 

Is space fake? That would be ridiculous. It isn't. Space is real. Come on. 

Will gives me an astrology lesson that I wish I had explained better for you. Sorry. We were looking at charts. See if you can hang in there for the pearls. 

We spend a lot of time staring the brutal uncertainty of life dead in the eye, and saying "listen, I have a busy day today. Why the constant draining of me? I have to do my laundry." Of course, as you do this, you laugh quite a bit. It's fine! It's fine, you just go to sleep and then wake up and eat and etc etc. You got it.