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Derek Neal's avatar

Unfortunately I cannot answer any of these questions, although it would give me great joy to be able to do so in the future. I am, however, very interested in your turn on psychedelics, in particular your comments on whether they are a shortcut to spiritual/transcendental experience, or if that experience must be the result, or capstone, of a life lived in a certain way. You're saying that you have to put in the work, I suppose.

I'm inclined to agree with you, although I also have to wonder if for many people psychedelics can be the thing that opens the door for them to then go on that long progress through the eons, as you say. I'm sure there are many people who take drugs and then decide to start meditating, for example. I mean, I know these people. My point is, I'm not sure it's an either/or, but rather a both/and.

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Andrew Conway's avatar

E.R. Dodds (not a philosopher, but a historian of philosophy) records in his autobiography how he and his Oxford friends experimented with a lump of hashish that one of them had brought back from a holiday in Algiers in 1914. It had the usual effects, and Dodds describes how it appeared to him that time had expanded like a piece of elastic: 'Was it, I wondered, merely a subjective illusion as some philosophers had maintained?' It nearly cost him his university career after he got into conversation with a friendly stranger on a train and naively started telling him about his experiments with altered consciousness. The stranger turned out to be the Oxford classical scholar J.D. Beazley, who might easily have shopped Dodds and his friends to the university authorities but fortunately stayed his hand. Coincidentally, or perhaps not coincidentally, Dodds was a contemporary of Huxley at Oxford and later a colleague of Zaehner at Christ Church.

If I were a philosopher with a sideline in metafictions, I would write a story about Wittgenstein visiting his friend Maurice Drury in Dublin in 1947. Drury has just started work as a psychiatrist at St Patrick's Hospital and tells Wittgenstein about a new drug, lysergic acid, recently synthesized by a Swiss chemist, with promising results in the treatment of schizophrenia and other mental illnesses. Wittgenstein immediately demands that his friend get hold of some of this new wonder-drug for him to try ..

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