A high dose of magic mushrooms takes you to the paradoxical heart of reality, which is neither solid nor liquid. Too solid and there is only dry land; too liquid and there is only sea; too muddling and there is only mud.
There are no absolutes here: whether life or death, day or night, light or dark, waking or sleep, present or past, summer or winter, hot or cold, wild or tame, loud or quiet, naughty or nice, messy or tidy, forbidden or accepted, perfect or flawed, open or secret.
It’s an open secret: a sacred sensual dance in the half-light at the still point of the turning world.
I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the ending, saith the Lord, which is, and which was, and which is to come.