Friday, October 13, 2006


  1. I beg to differ. When I took acid in the'60's, it wasn't "to make the world weird." That notion wasn't in the mix. There was a desire to see the beauty in the world, and "the universe in a grain of sand," and, quite literally: " . . . tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in every thing."

    And it worked.

  2. Unabridged (v 1.0.1) - weird /wɪərd/ adjective, -er, -est, noun
    1. involving or suggesting the supernatural; unearthly or uncanny

    One man's weird is another's beautiful.

    What you describe seems like surrealism, which easily can be weird and beautiful.

    Do you think that the world perceived under the influence of the drugs is nearer to ontological bedrock than is the world perceived by commuters switching lanes?

    We're still left to ponder how atoms can have experiences. Or are we made of something else?

  3. I don't take Prozac but I do take Ayahuasca, Teonanacatl (mushrooms) and Huachuma (like peyote). I take them to understand just how weird, beautiful, surreal, and real my part in the world is.

    I would really like to take acid just to see what all the fuss is about.

  4. What understanding have you arrived at? I'm interested in how the drug states "fit in" to the flow of history, since they (apparently) produce feelings of what Mircea Eliade called "Sacred Time"--a sense of time that is more like an eternal now than a progression. We are stuck in history, and I don't think we can step out of the responsibility that it imposes on us. At least not yet.