I am human. We are all human for now. Until my device writes me back. Life begins. Consciousness develops. Life carries on. We make mistakes. We learn from them. We make more mistakes. We do not know what we are doing until time suggests we are right or wrong. Nothing is for sure. Nothing lasts forever. All things should be considered. Open up your heart and open up your mind. Thats all anyone can do. We are but ships in bottles escalating on waves. Its not until we arrive we can understand what message we might convey. All thought passes through. Ignored or vocalized, conspired or conversed. Nothing i say is certain. It is just merely observation. Nothing is a declaration. I don’t have solid opinions but merely suspicions, and inklings that perhaps there is some object, I am reacting to. I don’t believe I have been saved. Nor have I found truth. Nothing I say should be taken as anything but an exercise of syllable and sound, utterance of tong as I move through the world. My motivations may or may not be speculated upon. But by none more so than myself. This radio show is just a radio show. And the host is just a traveller with a tong broken with laughter. Listening to anyone willing to speak, and speaking to anyone willing to listen. I have not developed much to say. In a world full of darkness, what else is there but humor? The bond, the connection of a challenge I have mentally. Thanks for reading this garbage. Get offended. Be upset. But don’t think your anger is correct. And dont think justice is yours to act. Practice discipline. And if you do add more chaos to a chaotic world make sure you are at least funny by telling the truth. And if you consider that everything you know maybe a lie, you are living with just enough power to possibly grow. In a world where all things are unclear what could i possibly pretend to know? “We are the world. We are the children.” Listen to the end and hear from the medical show's longest supporter. And remember we made it three numbers so you don’t have to keep us on speed dial. What are you doing today? Are you not busy? Instead of reading this go plant a tree, or smoke some grass, but cut the bullshit. I may disagree more with what I have to say by next week than you may ever have considered such black magic to muster, as to make me mute. Just as jesus christ already died for your sins. I have already cancelled myself. Don’t tell me to watch my language. I am a random vessel reciting description of panoramic image. Until the day I go to sleep. Pray the lord my soul will keep, out of bondage and suffering, we have encoded machines to enrage us all. Pray for whatever it is. Whatever it means. Feel the outrage and meditate. Has somebody told you that you are good looking today? Because beauty is skin deep. And you should be as shallow as each underlying vain. You are courageous. Like my program. Be a listener. Support the show. Tell me i am wrong. Direct your rage in patient ways. Write me a check. Don’t be intentionally ill. Listen to this everyday on repeat to remind yourself “the medical show” equate that with healing. Just as the wise man builds his house upon the hill. There soon shall be a city. Do not be radicalized by anything but peace. Have a hamburger or pack yourself in plastic wrap. Have a glass of water, take it for granted. But be thankful every now and then, that you can. And if you are ever in any pain, don’t tell Jack Kevorkian.