Paradoxical Truths: Brainbombs and Red Hot Chili Peppers

Brainbombs and Red Hot Chili Peppers

Isn't it baffling how culture routinely seems to forget that this, our relativity-bound terrestrial moment is but a partial representation of our limitless cosmic existence?

Were we to be charley-horsed every time we moved to imprison ourselves under contemporary terrestrial restrictions, we’d for sure be a frickin’ mess.

And then eventually we wouldn’t be.

Because by then we’d consciously exist in that freeing expansive space where abstract thought becomes acceptance.

It's the space where reasoning isn’t bound to the persuasion of another, and where it's not jarring to discover that Bella Hadid listens to Mac DeMarco.

It's this same space where committing suicide is both an act of bravery/cowardice, and where Metallica is both totally appalling/appealing.

And most significantly, it's the empowered space where Brainbombs, and Red Hot Chili Peppers are TRUE G.O.A.T.

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