This piece is a follow-on to a short story posted a few days ago here, and it will make less sense if you have not read the other. It described some inner experiences upon ingesting mescalin half a century ago. That piece was a work of fiction, although obviously possessing a strong autobiographical content. Here, however, I am trying to reason some specific points. What is imagined and what is not, and how do we know?
Not long ago, a purveyor of a philosophically-oriented blog — I honestly do not know why I bother half the time — put forward a question he considered to be of depth, relevance, and interest. Namely, whether or not aliens could be expected to have religious inclinations. The way he framed it ticked me off…
What does Sagittarius or Venus mean? Words like these meant completely different things millenia ago than what they do now. For one to increase, the other had to dwindle and fade.
The earnest scholar scours his inner landscape for the elusive source of his discontent…
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