My guide to all the weird permutations of waking and sleeping consciousness – the UK’s Independent called it “exhilarating,” The New York Times’s Sandra Blakeslee called it “audacious, enchanting, and often hilarious." My Mom called it "long."
Anthologized in here is a piece I wrote about the fashionable jungle psychedelic ayahuasca. Does nature have an interior aspect - as we do - and if so, what is the relationship between that "mind" and ours? Do you have to be on drugs to wonder about this?