Social LSD

A sixty-year-old recreational drug user--and from chocolate to coffee, aren't we all?--catalogs his experience. (Via Jane Sample.) Here's a hit of LSD:

First of all, the “cooks” of the late 60’s and early 70’s were ever so much better than those that came later. Real LSD, not cut with junk or made by some amateur, is in fact a real eye opener like Timmy Leary said in his lectures and books. . . . I do think that it changed my view, perceptions, in that it made me aware of how much of what we see, hear, taste and smell is a function of our brain’s programming. . . . Spinning the dial of a radio and stopping for an instance on some station and the words or tune fitting perfectly into the next spin and stop of the dial as if I had some special magic. Magic. Yes that is word that fits some of my trips. On acid, sometimes, felt that I was in perfect synch with the flow of everything around me. Perfect timing and seeing all the connections between things.

It's a feeling akin to what you get when you study current network theory and stop to work out its deepest implications. Not in a hippy trippy way, but with a bit of rigor and a healthy dose of fun.