A. Hofmann- My problem child.
“On the way home, my condition began to assume threatening forms. Everything in my field of vision wavered and was distorted as if seen in a curved mirror. I also had the sensation of being unable to move from the spot. Nevertheless, my assistant later told me that we had traveled very rapidly. Finally, we arrived at home safe and sound, and I was just barely capable of asking my companion...
the burnt-out ends of smoky days: The Doors of... →
alanarene: Today, I read The Doors of Perception by Aldous Huxley. Though only 80 pages, it was intensely thought-provoking and challenged my views on life and its meaning (which normally lean toward being a bit more existentialist) in ways that actually made sense. The following excerpt particularly…
After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is...– Aldous Huxley (via epsilanote)