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These are the stories we tell ourselves. Be they scientific or otherwise. The science is nice, it helps us get around in the world. But when stories become overwhelming, maybe it’s time for a change (of mind). “Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palac…
Odd, I just read that a few hours ago in Alan Watts' Wisdom of Insecurity.
You can get there by walking through the Marin headlands. Give the Green Gulch folks a smile as you pass through. Have a good one :)