I met with two old friends tonight. We dont see each other very often. But after long periods of limited contact, it almost always turns to something which at least seems profound, especially with these two individuals. They have always been the ones most willing to talk about real shit. To write about our conversations would spoil it. Almost as if da Vinci had told us why the Mona Lisa was smiling. The immanence defies representation. a quotation will suffice :

"...this alienation goes very deep. Thats why the psychedelic experience is illegal and, and repressed and suspect. Its because nothing less than the whole kit and kaboodle of this civilization hangs in the balance against it. It is forbidden to know that the dynamics of the mind have such depth and breadth. We are supposed to live in a narrow canyon of consciousness, walled in between awake and asleep. And anything else is considered pathological. And we make a little place for artists as long as they dont get too uppity or obscene, and othwerwise it's all closed off." - T. McKenna