I think this highlights a common misconception, particularly among mystics, about what science is. Its not a bunch of smart guys sitting around conjuring up results with flashes of intuition. Its an enormous amount of work of a kind that most people would regard as drudgery. And progress in hard sciences like physics requires an elite amount of clarity in relation to a staggeringly large base of knowledge. If successful scientists abuse drugs its going to be more along the lines of amphetamines. Something like LSD isn't even going to seem to help.
People like to quote anecdotes about Einstein not being very good at math. Actually he was phenomenally good at math, even if he wasn't as good as the top handful of mathematicians. He had "problems with math" because the math he needed to do was really, really hard. Einstein's work, while relatively intuitive, was not something that he came up with by daydreaming. Its essentially Poincare's geometry with tensors. Einstein didn't come up with the ideas, he built a formal model out of existing ideas.
Veering even further off topic...Sivason, there's a guy named Joel who I met playing go in Boise in about 1992. He used to work in Kinkos downtown in the late 90's. He's got long blond hair, a pretty, effeminate face, and used to be into hallucinogens and creating alternative music with children's toys. He's probably about 40 now. In the mid 90's there was a late night hangout downtown, maybe at about Main and 11th, where I saw him occasionally, and I've seen him in a coffee shop somewhere around that area also. Joel was an arrogant guy who saw him self as smarter or more progressive than most other people. In the early 90's he had an 'accident', I don't know with what drug, after which he could not focus logically any more. In everyday conversation he seemed normal enough, but I'd ask him about an intellectual pursuit and he'd say "I can't do that anymore". He came in once when I was playing go with someone and he couldn't stand to look at the board. I found it sad.
In '98 and '99 when I was teaching at Boise State I would often sit outside at the starbucks at 17th and State. I don't drink coffee, but it has outside seating, is close to where I used to live, and at that time I could meet other interesting people to talk to there. Sometimes I would also be at the student union on campus, because my girlfriend and I rented a small house about a block from there. I spent so much time outside downtown, since I didn't drive, it seems surprising if we've never seen each other.
Neal, who I used to hang out with from the early to the mid 90's, is still in town as far as I know. He's about 5'7, freakishly skinny, and at least in his 60's by now. He used to wear sandals and a white Russian sheepskin hat, or occasionally a British style cap. I've never seen him outside his house without a hat. He has a strong gaze and usually a long white beard. He's not very honest in my view, and not half as smart as he thinks he is. But if you want exotic experiences you probably can't talk to him once without learning something. See if you can read his mind a little bit while he's describing his awareness of the 'conscious self', he'll let you do that if you push him in that direction.
Daniel is interesting too. He's taller, darker, heavier, and used to play chess at a high level. I don't know where to run into him, he doesn't go out as much. He's also arrogant as hell, and not particularly objective. But if you can coax him out of his usually impervious 'teacher' persona and get him to talk from the heart, you can learn stuff from him also. Daniel fucked himself up with marijuana and LSD in my opinion, though I can't fairly judge that because I didn't know him beforehand.
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