Here’s my precious 190E.
1961 Chrysler 300 G
Casper thought long and hard on the teachings of his guru, Purrandha Kittenattva. What use have you of nine lives, if you do not live the first fully? Does not the first life wasted open the floodgates to the waste of all lives remaining? You cannot live one life just to arrive at the next. You must live this life now, with no regard to the eight lives that have been or may be.
Though respectably accomplished in his path to spiritual enlightenment already, Casper was often caught in distraction by the daydream of synthesizing his own new-age philosophy. Half of his motivation was out of egotistical greed, the other half out of an unreleasable confirmation bias toward his own warped view of the world. Unbeknownst to him, such an aspiration actually eroded his progress toward spiritual enlightenment.
Nevertheless, he plowed on with his clumsy plot. All he needed, he thought, was a set of vague and well-worded mantras. And so his meditation turned to shallow brainstorming. “When you bury the turd in the litter… does it not continue to be?” He let the thought float for a moment. Needs some refining, he concluded. But I can work with it.
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