I felt as though I were communing directly with a plant for the first time and that certain ideas I had long thought about and written about-having to do with the subjectivity of other species and the way they act upon us in ways we're too self-regarding to appreciate-had taken on the flesh of feeling and reality. I looked through the negative spaces formed by the hydrangea leaves to fix my gaze on the swamp maple in the middle of the meadow beyond, and it too was now more alive than I'd ever known a tree to be, infused with some kind of spirit-this one, too, benevolent. The idea that there had ever been a disagreement between matter and spirit seemed risible, and I felt as though whatever it is that usually divides me from the world out there had begun to fall away. Not completely: the battlements of ego had not fallen; this was not what the researchers would deem a "complete" mystical experience, because I retained the sense of an observing I. But the doors and windows of perception had opened wide, and they were admitting more of the world and its myriad nonhuman personalities than ever before.
( Michael Pollan )
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