On The Institution Of The Blunt

Upon reading the meditations of a fellow ambassador, I am moved to write a examination of the marvelous institution that is the Blunt, the L, the GV Marauder, the G-Leaf Dominatrix, The Mac Diesel Monster that we have come to know and love. The Blunt provides a sanctuary for thought, creates a dynamic of conversation and relaxation unlike any other single known to man. The Blunt begins in seperate parts - the wrap, the fill, the leaf - and culminates in one graceful and sublime gesture of smooth-smoking pleasure. The final product is more than simply an object or a device. It is more than the sum of its parts. It is an experience, a unique and inimitable expression of what it means to live a life without boundaries. It is a deconstruction, a reconstruction, and then a transfiguration. It is the cumination of a day full of thought and observation, a shelter for reflection, a place and time to be conscious of the unconscious. It is a state of mind, an act of meditation, an exercise in release. The Blunt becomes the lifeblood running through a sphere of time and space that exists for its creators and for all; it is unselfish, unassuming, understanding. It does not judge, it does not rape and pillage, it does not ask for more. As McDiesel once explained to me, the Blunt becomes a part of each of its compatriots, bestowing knowledge and grace upon us as its own existence shrinks, dwindles, and then ceases. And yet, like every great teacher, it leaves a part of itself with each of its pupils, spurring them to create again, and to share more, as the Blunt has shared with them. It is a passive entity whose effect is activity - a morally responsible citizen. And so here's to the Institution of the Blunt - those who create it and those whose thoughts are created by it. Here's to the opening of the mind and the closing of the brain. Here's to the act and to the concept, to the conception of a collective consciousness and the death of divisiveness. Here's to the Honey Dutch and the Garcia Vega, to the mids and heads, to the love that only they can breed. Here's to that grandest of gatherings, that all-inclusive exercise of exchange, that mightiest of meditations. Here's to the Institution of the Blunt.