This world is better than Utopia because – and follow this point carefully – you can never live in Utopia. Utopia is always somewhere else. That’s the very definition of Utopia.

Consider this:1. Would you ride in a car whose driver was on the consciousness-expanding “entheogenic” drug LSD?And here’s a bonus question:2. Why does an “expanded consciousness” include the inability to operate a motor vehicle?

The thinking brain influences the body’s responses and it makes a neat little loop.

So I do fear death in the sense that I find the prospect of dying pretty scary. But I no longer fear that I will one day be annihilated and cease to exist.

If a tree falls in the forest and it hits a mime, would he make a noise?