I know LSD; I don't need to take it anymore. Maybe when I die, like Aldous Huxley.
We can always be sure of one thing—that the messengers of discomfort and sacrifice will be stoned and pelted by those who wish to preserve at all costs their own contentment. This is not a lesson that is confined to the Testaments.
Thought must be divided against itself before it can come to any knowledge of itself.
