This was before the importance of set and setting was understood. I was brought to a basement room, given an injection, and left alone." A recipe for a bad trip, surely, but Richards had precisely the opposite experience. "I felt immersed in this incredibly detailed imagery that looked like Islamic architecture, with Arabic script, about which I knew nothing. And then I somehow became these exquisitely intricate patterns, losing my usual identity. And all I can say is that the eternal brilliance of mystical consciousness manifested itself. My awareness was flooded with love, beauty, and peace beyond anything I ever had known or imagined to be possible. 'Awe,' 'glory,' and 'gratitude' were the only words that remained relevant." Descriptions of such experiences always sound a little thin, at least when compared with the emotional impact people are trying to convey; for a life-transforming event, the words can seem paltry. When I mentioned this to Richards, he smiled. "You have to imagine a caveman transported into the middle of Manhattan. He sees buses, cell phones, skyscrapers, airplanes. Then zap him back to his cave. What does he say about the experience? 'It was big, it was impressive, it was loud.' He doesn't have the vocabulary for 'skyscraper,' 'elevator,' 'cell phone.' Maybe he has an intuitive sense there was some sort of significance or order to the scene. But there are words we need that don't yet exist. We've got five crayons when we need fifty thousand different shades." In"
( Michael Pollan )
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