There is a difference between psychedelic experiences and psychedelic people

GREEN MOUNTAIN NATIONAL FOREST, VERMONT: A young backpacker with short hair and jeans stands on a rock surveying the riot of color and scruff around him: tents draped with scarves, bands of face-painted kids, verdant hills, hairy people hanging around waiting for cookies. "It's my first Gathering," he says, taking in the scene. "I'm being pulled in so many directions. I guess I'll go where my karma takes me." He smiles and wanders off. In most of America, language that...

“Messages from beyond” are forms of information, and information is a trickster

GREEN MOUNTAIN NATIONAL FOREST, VERMONT: A young backpacker with short hair and jeans stands on a rock surveying the riot of color and scruff around him: tents draped with scarves, bands of face-painted kids, verdant hills, hairy people hanging around waiting for cookies. "It's my first Gathering," he says, taking in the scene. "I'm being pulled in so many directions. I guess I'll go where my karma takes me." He smiles and wanders off. In most of America, language that...

Terminal. What other journey, you might ask, begins at the end?

GREEN MOUNTAIN NATIONAL FOREST, VERMONT: A young backpacker with short hair and jeans stands on a rock surveying the riot of color and scruff around him: tents draped with scarves, bands of face-painted kids, verdant hills, hairy people hanging around waiting for cookies. "It's my first Gathering," he says, taking in the scene. "I'm being pulled in so many directions. I guess I'll go where my karma takes me." He smiles and wanders off. In most of America, language that...

It is too close, too far-out, its sacred transmissions too muddled with the scandalous grit of its concrete historical unfoldment

GREEN MOUNTAIN NATIONAL FOREST, VERMONT: A young backpacker with short hair and jeans stands on a rock surveying the riot of color and scruff around him: tents draped with scarves, bands of face-painted kids, verdant hills, hairy people hanging around waiting for cookies. "It's my first Gathering," he says, taking in the scene. "I'm being pulled in so many directions. I guess I'll go where my karma takes me." He smiles and wanders off. In most of America, language that...

But what if the medium is the message?

GREEN MOUNTAIN NATIONAL FOREST, VERMONT: A young backpacker with short hair and jeans stands on a rock surveying the riot of color and scruff around him: tents draped with scarves, bands of face-painted kids, verdant hills, hairy people hanging around waiting for cookies. "It's my first Gathering," he says, taking in the scene. "I'm being pulled in so many directions. I guess I'll go where my karma takes me." He smiles and wanders off. In most of America, language that...