“Hey, how are you doing?” San Francisco-gracious, the noblesse oblige of those totally wiped out on drugs
Mary Sativa, Acid Temple Ball
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- “From the time I was bedridden I had awakened into a strange and unbelievable world in which I had no need for the world of the rabble—a world that was within me, a world full of unknowns, and it was as if I was forced to examine and inspect all its cracks and crevices.”
- “The one thing we can all guarantee is that our lives will end at some point. It actually helps to embrace that fact. I have found that time is more valuable when you can see your mortality on the horizon.”
- “The jewel has facets,” said the Chinese, “and it is possible that many religions are moderately true.” “I agree with that,” said Barnard heartily. “I never did believe in sectarian jealousies. Chang, you’re a philosopher, I must remember that remark of yours. ‘Many religions are moderately true.’ You fellows up on the mountain must be a lot of wise guys to have thought that out. You’re right, too, I’m dead certain of it.” “But we,” responded Chang dreamily, “are only moderately certain.”
- all symptoms are purposeful, whether they are positive or negative.