Re: “That is a trip.”
(with William James)
‘I myself made some observations on . . . nitrous oxide intoxication, and reported them in print. One conclusion was forced upon my mind at that time, and my impression of its truth has ever since remained unshaken. It is that our normal waking consciousness, rational consciousness as we call it, is but one special type of consciousness, whilst all about it, parted from it by the filmiest of screens, there lie potential forms of consciousness entirely different.’
What's mistake but a kind of take? What's nausea but a kind of -ausea? Sober, drunk, -unk , astonishment. . . . Agreement--disagreement!! Emotion--motion!!! . . . Reconciliation of opposites; sober, drunk, all the same! Good and evil reconciled in a laugh! It escapes, it escapes! But-- What escapes, WHAT escapes? No verbiage can give it, because the verbiage is other. Incoherent, coherent--same. And it fades! And it's infinite! AND it's infinite! . . . Don't you see the difference, don't you see the identity? Constantly opposites united! The same me telling you to write and not to write! Extreme--extreme, extreme! . . . Something, and other than that thing! Intoxication, and otherness than intoxication. Every attempt at betterment,--every attempt at otherment, --is a-- It fades forever and forever as we move.