Third eye drops are intended for open-minded adults.

Now administering the third eye drops. How are you my friends? Wonderful to be in the mind melled with you. Let's start small today. The lie of reality, what we call reality, is obvious. I mean, if you even look closely inside yourself, you're really quiet yourself and dig deep into your own guts.

You know, from the macro to the micro, this whole cosmogany is bigger, more paradoxical, stochastic, and mysterious than we can

possibly understand than we will ever define corner or rule over.

And this is not to suggest that progress can't be made

or to belittle the fantastic masterworks of humanity in any way.

In fact, a core part of my always under construction

personal philosophy is that works, that is doing stuff is central to meaning in life.

No question, we require a sensation of climbing toward something better,

that anagogic archetype of ascending toward the light of truth or however you want to put it, it's indispensable.

But a funny thing happens, at least from my personal experience, in that when I get closer to truth, when I start learning something, I never really

feel like I'm figuring it out. It always feels more like the view gets more majestic and impossible the higher I get on the skill ladder.

You know you start doing yoga, let's say. In a few months you don't feel like you're a master.

If anything you're more aware of how limited and baby like you are in your skill set. It's that sensation.

And I think the same is intellectually true. There is this great quote by the Nobel Prize winning physicist Richard Feinman, where he says, and this is definitely

reverb worthy, to see life as part of a universal mystery of the greatest depth is to sense an experience which is rarely described.

It usually ends in laughter, delight, and the futility of trying to understand.

I did not intend to compare my amateur yoga experience with Richard Feynman, but here we are. So let's stick with his case, since it's much

more powerful. If someone of his caliber that knows so much is still able to bow to the mystery in that way, if he can still lay down his hubris, why can't we?

Why can't we do it with our political and philosophical opinions, our Facebook posts, our conversations, why do we have to act like

we are so goddamn sure all the time? And we roof about this a lot with Charles, this tribal certainty that's killing us.

I mean like literally killing us in some cases. It's certainly at a minimum dividing us up and keeping us in

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