The modern world can seem disenchanted and meaningless. Tempting, then, to find mystery in the fact we experience anything at all. A new book about the nature of human consciousness subtly encourages us to do just that. So here I am, four days later, unexpectedly gazing at the blueness of candle flames, rapturously reciting Wordsworth to myself, and attempting to source psychedelics on the dark web.
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