There are lots of great things about marijuana, especially in a trying national context of Belgiumness. It's like living inside one of those couples who everybody knows is going to break up because the man is a lazy child molesting has-been and the woman has been attending some empowerment seminars, not letting herself get slapped around anymore, and making lots of money, and the man really doesn't want to break up but is too thick and nasty to apologize for all the awful things he's done, and the lady is being a great big bitch while she scrapes together the balls to actually up and pack bags.
Anyways, one of the things I like best about marijuana is not smoking it the odd evening and experiencing the crazy flood of bizarre and extended dreams that roil over from the suppressed unconscious. Last night was quite freakshow. Think it was a bit influenced by the book I fell asleep reading for review late last night, Evolution for Everyone, by David Sloan Wilson, a group evolutionist whose theories I feel were the de facto target of The God Delusion. I like his ideas a lot but I'm swinging back and forth between oooing and ahhing at them to feeling annoyance at his writing style in this book. Painstakingly avuncular, just this side of being condescending, but with the occasional grammatically impenetrable sentence at key points. Gah.
But yes, some of the ideas make one go ooo and ahh, and so far at the halfway point the thing is easy to reccommend, particularly for young people (18 to 25). One problem is I think it was misnamed, and could more accurately be called Evolution for Everything; Sloan is being bold, and applying evolutionary theory to lots of different realms, including and especially social realms - so far without being dangerously, stupidly anecdotal or retarded about it, which of course makes it more interesting. And the thing is I think we're getting into Jungian territory, here at the halfway point, whether Sloan knows it or not. Ooo and ahh.
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