After smoking a second time, shortly afterward, I found myself in the presence of “welcomers,” an elderly man and his wife. There was a lighthearted tone to this meeting, the man joking with his wife that there was no need to get “dressed up,” or something to that effect, since “he’s not dead” meaning that I was a false alarm. I also found this very funny; the humorous tone lasted even after I returned to normalcy. The gist of my instruction here, although not framed by any specific events, was a very obvious realization that, as humans, we need connections with the dead. Evidently, this is
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