You may not know Albert Hofmann, but you have heard of his discovery, lysergic acid diethylamide. Yes, LSD.
Now, let me state clearly--I AM NOT ON DRUGS. An occasional beer, that's it.
But the Economist obituary of him left me fascinated. People take drugs to escape their current situation, thinking they can ingest something to make them better. But the fall makes the trip not worth it.
What to do, what to do...How do you experience beauty, spirituality, light without drugs?
Take the advice in the last paragraph...
Mr Hofmann knew it was still possible to get to the same place. As a child, wandering in May on a forest path above Baden in a year he had forgotten, he had suddenly been filled with such a sense of the radiance and oneness of creation that he thought the vision would last for ever. "Miraculous, powerful, unfathomable reality" had ambushed him elsewhere, too: the wind in a field of yellow chrysanthemums, leaves in the sunlit garden after a shower of rain. When he had drunk LSD in solution on that fateful April afternoon he had recovered those insights, but had not surpassed them. His advice to would-be trippers, therefore, was simple. "Go to the meadow, go to the garden, go to the woods. Open your eyes!"
When I write, this is what I see, feel, touch, taste, hear. I want to open myself to feel all this, and to give all this.
"Miraculous, powerful, unfathomable reality"