Really, I think that the spirit of childlike, untrammeled curiosity is what we’re striving for. Not the anal retentive rational person, not the I’ll-go-for-anything channeling flake, but an attitude of: we don’t have to look far for miracles because they’re all around us. Everything is astonishing. The universe on its surface is alive with mystery. Well, how do we make our way toward that when we live in a culture, practice a language, embody a philosophy—scientific rationalism—which is entirely designed to suck wonder out of reality, to turn everything into shades gray, to subvert all hope that lies outside the realm of career accomplishment and material possession?
Terence McKenna, Seeking the Stone


















