MarkostheGnostic said:

After several acid trips I left bio-medical studies ('pre-med' at the time) to change my undergraduate major to philosophy. My advising professor, John Pavlidis, a Greek who taught pre-Socratic philosophy said to me: "You're gonna starve, man!" I didn't care. I felt that I could work on a loading dock for the rest of my life if only I had internal freedom to think about the things that now fascinated me beyond any scientific enterprise that I had ever studied. Moreover, becoming a medical doctor had been more the desire of my culturally Jewish parents and it was the source of attraction to many of the doctor-seeking (gold-digging and similarly indoctrinated) Jewish-American Princesses (J.A.P.s) that infested my college. I rejected the entire social trip that I was programmed for. I have not regretted my decision to pursue philosophy and I remain today with the intellectual identity, not defined by my professional practices, but by philosopher. Once again, I think of myself as a philosopher.

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MarkostheGnostic said:

Red pill was clearly my choice, like Neo's Silver mirror-touching (Lunar consciousness) turning to liquid Mercury (Pure Consciousness). I remember the metallic taste of my first Windowpane LSD experience which shattered the Matrix of my mental constructs, bent space-time to my perceptions, showed me the 'rainbow body' of my friend and showed me the 'peace that passes all understanding' after my ego had sufficiently been laid to rest.. MY GOD! I am so grateful that I am who I am and that I'm not praying for a more expensive Mercedes-Benz in order to feel whole!

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