How Do We Know What's Real? 

Good question. I used to believe that everything I could touch, taste, feel, trip over or break was real. And although I never completely trusted any single source of information, there were some - to me - that were more credible than others.

Sigh.

These quaint beliefs were formed, of course, in those halcyon days before A.I., before virtual reality, before my awareness of the bully pulpit, before self-serving and politicized media outlets. So now, it seems, it's entirely possible to find one's self in a virtual environment, eating scientifically "enhanced" food wearing the emperor's new clothes and waiting for eternity all the while being told that none of it is happening. 

Small wonder that self-medication is on the rise. 

What to do, what to do...?

Well, I'm gonna grab my solid wood and steel geetar, sit with my two bare feet planted firmly on the wood floor of my office, turn on my virtual studio and write me a song ... about ... nuthin'.

We here at the House Of Strays wish you a week corporeal pleasures and visceral wonders.... 

Here's a tune from my second CD Up We Go, entitled "I Don't Mind" Please listen, download and share as is your desire. I don't mind.

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