"Emancipate yourself from mental slavery!
None but ourselves can free our mind."
Today is 'Bob Marley Day' - his birthday providing a happy pretext for a worldwide party in celebration of the life and legacy of the great reggae musician.
In addition to being a hopeless Plastic Paddy, I am also somewhat of a Replicant Rasta (mainly as a result of a couple of very formative visits to Jamaica in my young adult life), and I generally like to make this date in the calendar one of my (increasingly rare) days of indulgence. For St Patrick's, we can go wild on the whiskey and the Guinness and the colcannon and then more whiskey; whereas on Marley Day, we look to rum and Red Stripe (or nearest available equivalent) and jerk chicken, and then maybe some medicinal herb*.... But on both days, of course, it's mainly about the music: Bob and Shane MacGowan have shaped my life... almost more than Lao Tzu and Epictetus.
[* Well, the esteemed Dr W.H. McIntosh assured me that it could cure my asthma.]
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