Interesting the more recent attempts to interpret the dubious wonders of psychotropic chemicals from some of our intellectual elites. For those of us who have been here long enough to understand the heights of existence upon earth almost entirely in terms of a successful bowel movement it might seem that somewhere, someone has money to make from persuading the milk cows that solace is available from taking what many years ago was called, amongst other things, an Acid Trip. And it's also possible that quite a few of us, sometime in the distant past, might have spent more time then they really wanted to persuading some idiot male not to leap from the top floor balcony because he firmly believed he was that rare creature an Ostrich that could fly. Oddly he had the feathers and everything.
Yet as I understand the latest literature on the subject, a Good Trip encourages
those of us old people who might have suddenly discovered a concern about the
pointlessness of it all feel better about the prospects of dying. The Trip,
apparently, opens the mind to possibilities which instead of being called
fantasy worlds are referred to as spiritual worlds. Mind you, much more of this
current administration and the mass production of a pill that grants access to
spirituality would certainly result in several additions to the Billionaire
Class. Entirely possible I have completely missed the point, but a quick glance
at the alarm clock and we've only got about three weeks before Intelligent Machines take over. So there's that
for us older people to hold fast to.