Having a cigar and feeling nostalgic. Things I miss… Bars before cell phones

"Life'll take you on a jaunt, Stilts. The gods are now summoning you to New Amsterdam. What'll you pack for the pilgrimage? Reckon some totems and scrolls. A snake sloughs off his skin to allow for further growth. To remove par-a-sites, k? Cast off the epidermis, KD. Hook thee." “Universe don’t wait for nobody. Doesn’t need to. It’s incumbent upon us to listen to the cosmos, gentlemen. The goddess Artemis lords over the hunt. The moon and virginity, too. Our souls are just spinnin’ on Artemis’ meat spit, hombres. Take the ride”

“Hola, Todd. Yes, it is I - the Minister of Culture. Cler-gy. Quite a fishing shirt you got there, Todd. Real groovy. You a fisher of men? Set the hook, trawler. The fishies be nibblin’. Hook ‘em” “Heed the lesson of Samson and his hair, young Breckynridge. Killed an entire army with the jawbone of a donkey. A burro, k? Strength in that mane. But a lion’s mane is just dead cells. We must deforest for spring’s regrow. Cycles, man. Re-birth.”

"This wood floor, kemosabes? A forest. That orange pelota over there? Former swine, man. Life. Energy. This monk to my left? Vi-tal-i-ty" “tell y’all a little secret. [long pause, smirk] The universe is going to ask you to chase diamonds, honchos. Nah nah see, what you’re chasing is your ghost. Chasing around a diamond. The weapon? Those sequoia branches over yonder from the Tree of Lii-fe[motions to batting cage]”