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Would you please provide your definition of "meditate"?

Edit: Merriam-Webster entry for reference so I'm not asking you to do all the work here.

From a pure math point of view with some assumptions about X being greater than zero, sure. There is an upper limit to the value of thinking about a thing though and it's somewhere between "thoughtful consideration" and "huffing my own farts in lotus position for 12 hours a day".

I can imagine a lot of things. That doesn't make those things real or meaningful.

• Waste your time
• Reduce your likelihood of being hit by a car (when compared to activities such as walking across a street, assuming you are not meditating in said street)
• Increase the odds of becoming an insufferable douchebag who tells people all about how meditation has changed their life

Full of shit, medically speaking. Just a vaguely human-shaped lump of shit with an orange skin-like coating. Haven't yet figured out how it moves or talks but now we know the source of the smell at least.

Maybe they just forgot which cave they left him in, couldn't find the right one later and then decided to commit to the resurrection thing rather than admitting that they lost him.

I'd post that one joke about weevils but it's not my turn.

Why do we let the dumbest motherfuckers decide anything, ever?

Why are fundies so sensitive? Toughen up, quit whining.

Every successful flight with him on board is a missed opportunity for those pilots to do the world a favor. They've made their choice.

I've always wanted to be a federal agent, what's the work environment like?

Wish I could remember the penalty for treason... It'll come to me (or them).

And it's just fun to throw stacks of eggs at everything in sight. Makes you feel rich these days.

Where do I sign up?

"Just a dog" is like being "just an astronaut". Cute pup though.

I want to get off of Mr. Putin's Wild Ride.

I'm sure they'll help. Don't have to set the thing in motion, just give it a little push now and then to keep the conversation moving in the direction you want it to go.

You can only spend so many months carrying full buckets of lukewarm cum through Disney's hidden tunnels without thinking that there must be a better way.

Make sure to also drill some holes in the feet unless you want to send somebody out twice a day to drain it when it gets full.