Gnostic Gnoob: On Alcohol →
I wrote the following after a night of heavy drinking, but never posted it. When I found it later (while sober), I deemed it too embarrassing to share, so it sat in a pile of unpublished drafts for a few weeks. Shrunken Head has Hofbräuhaus on draught, FYI. So, for full effect, imagine the following in slurred speech:
I am here as a scientist to record an observation—I like to consider myself a spiritual scientist.
There is a certain dimension of the effect of alcohol on my psyche (admittedly observed presently) I feel I must record. Strictly as a dedicated spiritual scientist, I must report: my cares for—and sense of urgency towards—matters both philosophical and spiritual are diminished, presently. There are moments when the contrast between [my ideas of] the idols of mainstream attention and the seeming “subjects of true intellectual importance” elicits anger, but now only a certain flavor of laughter.
“The essence of life is the smile of round female bottoms, under the shadow of cosmic boredom.” Guy de Maupassant. How true.
The Discordians have it right, methinks.
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