In his book, ‘The Doors of Perception’, Aldus Huxley briefly describes his ideas on the human desire to obtain precious gems to find their way closer to god, or at least some kind of universal experience that is clearly perceived under the influence of Mescaline. He also notes that during his experience, witnessing the distortions of light rays shining through a stained glass window brought on a sort of religious epiphany connecting the colorful glass panels and their proximity to a divine experience.
While a pair of amber mugs certainly aren’t as wondrous as a stained glass panorama–and I am notably not under the influence of a wildly potent psychedelic–I’ve found myself transfixed on the beautiful streams of orange hues cast by the warm bright sun through my office window. It holds a kind of promise that spring is just around the corner, and with the coffee gone there’s work to be done. That’s exactly what Huxley meant by these illuminated crystalline structures; the order of man built with diligence brought to life by the stars. My God is the Sun.
February Always Sucks
In his book, ‘The Doors of Perception’, Aldus Huxley briefly describes his ideas on the human desire to obtain precious gems to find their way closer to god, or at least some kind of universal experience that is clearly perceived under the influence of Mescaline. He also notes that during his experience, witnessing the distortions of light rays shining through a stained glass window brought on a sort of religious epiphany connecting the colorful glass panels and their proximity to a divine experience.
While a pair of amber mugs certainly aren’t as wondrous as a stained glass panorama–and I am notably not under the influence of a wildly potent psychedelic–I’ve found myself transfixed on the beautiful streams of orange hues cast by the warm bright sun through my office window. It holds a kind of promise that spring is just around the corner, and with the coffee gone there’s work to be done. That’s exactly what Huxley meant by these illuminated crystalline structures; the order of man built with diligence brought to life by the stars. My God is the Sun.