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There's a ritual i perform every now and again. In keeping with the rituals of my family, it is esoteric in nature, metaphysical in its execution, and spiritual in its outcome. I dont often observe, remember or acknowledge anything about my heritage, let alone participate in anything so sacred as this. My family has many such rituals that i from time to time engage in. From the "Ceremony of Punching Inanimate Objects" to "The Blessed Holy Ritual of Lighting one's Ass on Fire." The only such conceit to my upbringing that i engage in regularly is "the blessed sacred holy ritual of looking in the mirror and seeing if there's anyone you recognize in there pact of the ancient blessed three." Often the results are.......varied. For the first time in a long time i can do the chants, say the phrases and light the holy blessed sepulchre of the blessed tobacco in complete and utter peace and harmony. Ahhhh, such is life.