Psychedelic medicine is heating up, and I suppose we’ll find the smoke point of a brain pretty quickly; but, a perfectly cooked steak is delicious. Psychoanalysis attempts to render the fat, and while psilocybin et al is sous-vide there’s still a sear to be had. Much of this is aimed at getting through the day, a laudable goal but not quite worth the effort. Metaphysics is a gambler’s fallacy, and while the jackpot hits every now and then, eventually you go broke.
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