Ah, yes. *Lung-rotters*, with which to rot the lungs. Funny how everything that makes life worth putting up with also happens to shorten it. That's probably the point of the lesson. Anyway, I love smoking; do it every day and won't ever stop. Health? You don't need any. Fact of the matter is that we all live until we die, and have no means or ability to do anything about it. If the goal was just to exist for a long time, then get reincarnated as a redwood tree. And I can already hear the people moaning, "you don't get to pick what you incarnate as - because of karma and shit". And yeah, maybe for dullards, but I'm going to be buried with my money, so when I get to the afterlife, I'm bribing the officials. They're gonna send me right back here in the form of a dung-beetle. That's living life with the filters off. Nothing but you, and the raw truth that existence is a process of pushing shit from one place to another, and then doing it all over again.