I live in a city yet I wake up to seagulls every morning cawwing out my window! Isn't that cool? !! :) I just love it! The sun is starting to rise a little earlier here in Van so it makes it easier to get up and out of bed. Today is another purdy day outside, not as nice as yesterday, but I will take little bits of sun over clouds and rain. It makes you want to walk down the street and jump up and click your heels together. This weekend I am going to Aussie fest on Whistler, more like drunken Aussie fest I'm told. Yeah baby! I am wondering if I do too much over the weekends now that I am exhausted for work during the week, oh well life is SWEET here. Last weekend we went snowshoeing on Saturday then skied Whistler on Sunday. Love it, love it. Here is a picy pic from snowshoeing, I realize blogs are more "exciting" when there is a pic attached.heheheheheh
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"...today one can't responsibly advocate the use of major psychedelics. The risks to mental health are too high. "Bad trips" are an ever-present possibility for emotionally unenriched Darwinians. "Freak-outs" on LSD may befall even the psychologically robust. Informed consent prior to taking psychedelics is biologically impossible. This is because psychedelia is not just weirder than the drug-naïve mind conceives; it's weirder than the drug-naïve mind can conceive. One can't grasp, in advance, the nature of the sorts of experience to which one is nominally consenting. Yet in consequence of this taboo on chemically altered awareness, a host of unimaginably alien state spaces of consciousness remains off-limits. Trapped in the squalid psychochemical ghetto of Darwinian life, we lack the necessary wetware to conceptualise radically altered states of mind. We can't explicitly represent such states. We haven't even names for the strange new textures of selfhood and introspection that their metabolic pathways disclose. Alas pure reasoning is impotent to access their nature because it lacks the semantic primitives with which to do so. Yet when the vertebrate genome is rewritten, and gradients of genetically-preprogrammed bliss become the norm of mental health, our veil of ignorance can be safely ripped aside. Armed with exquisite cocktails of designer-drugs, even the most outlandish realms of psychedelia can then be investigated in depth. The study of consciousness can become a truly experimental scientific discipline. And crucially, the advent of post-Darwinian genotypes coding for invincible happiness offers a delightful prospect. At last we'll be able safely to explore other-worldly forms of existence in the confidence that they will all, without exception, radiate the sparkle of earthly paradise..."
"...notions of what today passes for tolerably good mental health will be superseded. They may be written off as mood-congruent cognitive pathologies characteristic of the old DNA regime. For dismally low standards of well-being - or rather ill-being - are typical of emotional primitives from the Darwinian Age. By contrast, life in the new reproductive era is destined to get incomparably richer as we rewrite our own genetic code. Ultimately, the re-creation of any of today's state-spectrum of malaise-ridden waking and dreaming consciousness may be outlawed as cruel and immoral. Or perhaps once the exquisite alternatives to Darwinian life have been explored, a regression to earlier forms of consciousness will be discounted as simply inconceivable..."
Hedonism.....Humm.....Vanity my Favorite Sin!
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