There he goes.. one of the God's own prototypes.
A high-powered mutant of some kind, never even considered for mass production.
-Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
-Ugh..
We're all wired into a survival trip now. No more of the speed that fueled the '60s.
That was the fatal flaw in Tim Leary's trip. He crashed around America,selling "consciousness expansion"
without ever giving a thought
to the grim meat-hook realities that were lying in wait.. for all those people who took him seriously. All those pathetically eager acid freaks who thought they could buy peace and understanding for three bucks a hit. But their loss and failure is ours too. What Leary took down with him was the central illusion of a whole lifestyle that he helped create.
A generation of permanent cripples failed seekers who never understood the essential old-mystic fallacy of the acid culture: the desperate assumption that somebody or at least some force... is tending the light at the end of the tunnel.