Just finished reading this book by Koestler. It is an inspiring, fine toothed
examination of a slippery subject, and humorous throughout. Strikes me
as a forerunner of McKenna in terms of novelty/habit balance and idea of
a historical attractor somewhere in time. Brilliant critique of dry
academic writing (in all fields) and 'science as a bore' as inflating
the artificial margins between science, art and religion.
"The mystic believes in an unknown God, the thinker and scientist in an unknown order; it is hard to say which surpasses the other in nonrational devotion."- L.L Whyte
“I must, before I die, find some way to say the essential thing that is in me, that I have never said yet -- a thing that is not love or hate or pity or scorn, but the very breath of life, fierce and coming from far away, bringing into human life the vastness and the fearful passionless force of non-human things.”- Bertrand Russell