Ride your bike to work, eat your nuts, hug a tree, go for a hike, buy a granola bar, go skinny dipping, kiss your dog, snort catnip with your cat, go to the farmers market, smoke a bowl, plant a tree, switch to paperless mail, open your spam filter, rent Free Willy (the download), try tantra (Ommmmm it's ok, just stay still, like a dog) until you reach a valley, sign up for Tai Chi, buy a new teapot, listen to Yanni, watch Ciscoe, let Bob Ross tell you where those new gerberas live, buy a latte in recycled paper cup, no wait, bring your own tumbler, forget the umbrellas, let the rain drench you, reach out and kiss someone, look up to the sky and remember that if there are any Aliens in their UFO's looking at us it is only because we have the Coolest Fucking Planet in the Universe, a gift that makes the existence of God undeniable, a miracle within a thousand miracles, self sustainable and evolving life and beauty and truths and forces and just for once stop and think we are little tiny earthlings which have no right to act the way we have because we value an insignificant number printed on the remains of a dead tree.
Happy Birthday, Mother "Pachamama" Earth.
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