“And along with indifference to space there went an even completer indifference to time.
‘There seems to be plenty of it,’ was all I would answer when the investigator asked me to say what I felt about time.
Plenty of it, but exactly how much was entirely irrelevant. I could, of course, have looked at my watch; but my watch, I knew, was in another universe. My actual experience had been, was still, of an indefinite duration or alternatively of perceptual present made up of one continually changing apocalypse.”

- Aldous Huxley, The Doors of Perception, 1954

This book is magic. It really is. So glad to have finally got myself a copy. This book has stayed with me since I first read it in a library in 2003, and since then it’s been one of the books I always look for when in charity shops. A week ago I finally found it, for 29p. Less than a pound for a journey into symbol systems, infinity, Mind at Large, the Not-self and, my favourite, chair legs:

“A rose is a rose is a rose. But these chair legs were chair legs were St Michael and all angels”