facts_become_experience unhinged i am reading ANOTHER book about fungi. the more books i read the less new interesting facts i discover, the more I see the same facts recycled again and again by different authors (because mycology is still the weird creepy basement step child of most university biology departments) and the academy knows comparatively very little about the fungal community. i read again the fact that in mexico psilocybin mushrooms are stored in honey and consumed that way for their mind altering properties but this time i see your smiling face try to describe to me in your fourth language the way you kept your magic mushrooms in a jar of honey, that you took the jar with you everywhere when you were maybe college aged and would pull a goopy honey dripping mushroom out of the jar on your way to the bus (?) and turn the mundane into the mystical. that all the intervening decades had not diminished your enthusiasm or your joy for eating psilocybin mushrooms. cultural differences? indigenous medical folkways? generation gap? words on the page no comparison to a dinner conversation. western medical science finally catching up to the indigenous herbalists they have criminalized for so long saying psilocybin could possibly cure my depression. The smile on your face does more to convince me than any doctor ever could. 210801 what's it to you? who go blather from