I just finished reading Huxley’s ‘The Doors of Perception’…. again….

“Neither agreeable nor disagreeable,” I answered. “it just is.”

And along with indifference to space there went an even more complete indifference to time. “There
seems to be plenty of it,”

However expressive, symbols can never be the things they stand for.

besides making me want to try mescalin,  huxley dissects the human psyche in ways i’ve never imagined before… he completely convinced me that by just slightly tilting my head, I can see a whole new world in front of me… It’s fantastic, and seriously overwhelming, to read words that you can understand, but that seem to be written on another world, a world of heightened senses and deeper perception.

A great body of literature, that again affirms my conviction… our senses can easily shape our lives if we let them… forget about the heart… the mind is a treasure chest encumbered by logic and societal norms… one day I will shed those shackles.

Carpe diem.