sorry, couldn't hear you. i was busy meditating. all i heard was a great & beautiful endless ommmmmmmmmm, only occasionally interrupted by the chittering sound of lost rodents wielding toothpick-sized swords.

if PB&J would commit each day to doing the will of the One Big Love instead of his own, he would grow and be an agent of peace. but we've all long ago turned blue from holding our breaths on that one, haven't we?

and...save me? you and what spiritual army? "Judgement Day" is every moment, and some of you are missing your moments badly...but that's what you get for being bonded to the ego. suckers! the 'i' is the problem; 'i' want this, 'i' think that, i, i, i. aye-yi-yi! it's like we're all vehicles from the same spiritual factory, only there's a name on the front plate and that's all we fixate on.

so - unbelievable but alas true - you are correct: the concept of 'Brad' IS a figment of imagination. i am not these thoughts, i am not these writings, i am not this mind. most fortunately of all, i am not Mick.

bottom line: as the old saying goes - SAVE YOURSELVES!!!!!!

whaddya say to that, 'Mick'?