That’s what it is. That’s what my morning was like: all these real physical heavy positive vibrations, the soul of this tape. The fuzzy groove. The meaning of it all, if it has one: All love, all the time. Peace and happiness in every day. Peace and happiness with cow blood dripping from your hands, bright blood staining your fingerprints because you didn’t glove up since you don’t normally do prep work. Peace and happiness when you’re making a list of everything that’s wrong with the world and sQuinting your eyes tight trying to imagine your way out of it. Peace, peace, peace, happiness, happiness, happiness. That was the message that Master of Reality came to spread. It’s the same message we get told about once a year at Christmas time, and we hear that we’re supposed to carry the message with us all year long. But some of us who are desperate to find this message end up finding it in places where the tones are really dark and the images are explosive and scary, and when we say that we found the secret of love in some sticky lightless place, we get punished. WHich ends up happening a lot of times, because we keep digging around in the places where we know love is. We have our priorities straight. We learn not to mind getting punished if we can just keep what we found on the way to punishment. Most of us eventually learn to love being punished after a while. It gets to where it feels good.