Black Book entry № 1
The psychedelic experience exposes the mind to the absurdity of reality. Since the mind is responsible for perceiving and constructing reality, this experience exposes the absurdity of both inner and outer world: the raw sensory data of the world we find our self in, and the idea framework we use to scaffold and interpret this data. Psychedelics have blessed me with a new kind of curiosity, but I see that it has served to delude me, and confuse me. I conclude that the lysergamide is not a tool for fundamentally understanding the nature of my reality or the nervous machine which builds it, and that no science can be created from the outcomes of these experiences. Its blast radius is finite, the only lasting artifact being a self-seeking morbid curiosity. The Author Isn't the Narrator There is an "I", there is a me. It is the body hunched over this book, the thoughts governing the pen, the history which provides content to write and the feelings that offer m...