AT THE STOA

How paradoxical that To be able to live You need to be dead to the world And the world dead to you Each and every night How paradoxical that To be you You need that which is not you And that which is not you to be not the same as you Each and every day How true that To be You need the other in both sleeping and waking Who will be dead to you in sleeping And other to you in waking Each and every time

So gentle, this thing, Like the breath of a butterfly dreaming, (Do butterflies breathe? Dream?) As though it isn’t really there, And all the more so felt for it. So gentle, this thing, My hands do not know what they’re holding, Only that if I grasp even the slightest, It will go away. It makes me have shields made of flowers.

There is a 3:14:16 file that exists in the world which compiles all the meat of every interview ever given by Terence McKenna, who is a philosopher, a mystic, a shroom head, a shamanist, a Jungian, and, if I remember correctly, an ethnobiologist.  He offers what on the surface seem to be coherent arguments for the reasons why we are fascinated with aliens and why mushrooms are, from the point of view of biological design, the most cogent shape for the UFO. You had to take everything he says with a grain of salt if not for his sharp wit which renders everything he says apt to justifiable skepticism from your part, although, again, he has moments of brilliance, as in It's almost as though Western science was fascinated by energy. For 5,000 years, we pursued understanding energy. And this process ends with thermonuclear explosions in the deserts of the American Southwest. We can light the fire that burns in the heart of the distant stars. We know how to do that. That's what the