Materialism

These days, in America, I’m afraid that materialism is our dogma. We amass; we hoard; we fawn over our possessions to prevent fear, to feel like we belong. Capitalism fuels the fire, enabling our acquiring, stoking the fires of fearmongering that necessitate the soothing. We buy, spend, and work to support it all. There are many among us who are addicted to greed, to power, to newer, to more. For some, it is never enough.

And this is where pot comes in-it’s a way to opt out, temporarily, of the rat race. Cannabis can unlock us from our habitual way of doing things, and, more importantly, of thinking about things. It pulls us out of our forward-leaning thinking, encouraging us to hang back, wait a bit, and see how things feel before rushing into anything. It puts us in touch with our deepest longings and our truest feelings. It enables contemplation and reflection.