“Imagine parts of your body carrying personalities of their own. This personality cannot only split from what you consider yourself, but can speak. The question is, when this happens, are we hearing something new, or are we just ‘making it up’? …”

“… somewhere in the jungles of Ecuador, when the bolus of my ayahuasca reached the terminus of my intestines. I could not detach, and I did not want to explode. My only choice was to talk to my anus and convince it, somehow, that it could deviate from its natural inclinations.”

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