° ° ° Alas i was in the front row, got the bad news some hours ago now. 'm from Switzerland.

102 years old, he lived a long and satisfying life. I truly believe he had few regrets, if any it was the fact that the "party til you puke" crowd got a hold of his child instead of just those searching for "the way".

° ° ° Everyone finds his/her own way. One can drink a glass of wine along a meal with some friends while his closest neighbour would drink an entire bottle all alone without eating any food...

Or take a hand-sized rock, give the same rock to 10 people... °4 of them will try to use it to break nuts or prepare some food °3 of them will use it to chase wild animals °2 will break things, glass-windows or windshields °1 will stab at someone else's head with it ° while the last 1 will try it on his very own head...

Same "tool" many uses, mankind is quite versatile :)))

Well put, I would probably be the one to try and build a wall with said rock, my attempt at keeping the world at bay....

° ° ° Hang to the rock :))

thud... ow! that hurt... oooh the colors.

° ° ° Rocks have that LSD-like power, if you don't believe me that only means you have to try to knock a bit harder :)))

I like rocks... I would probably look at its beauty, and think about where it came from. Then I might throw it into the water so it could exist in peace some more.

But that's just me...

:-)

Arbres! Les arbres respirer!

RIP Albert Hofmann, guess Hendrix, Morrison, and two dead Beatles can score off him now up there.

° ° ° Anne, you wouldn't want to hurt my rock, if you please don't drown it into water :))) About where it comes from, no secret, it comes either from under our feet or from outer space...ace...ace...ace...ace :))))))))

Adam, of course trees breathe, and one day when they will stop their breathing..., well, maybe we all gonna be in deep deep troubles... Until then, we might try to plant and grow more trees than those we lumber down. Trees are our friends, despite the fact we hack them, cut them, burn them, still they are our very good friends.

Ray, imagine the party currently raging somewhere in a cloud...

Hofmann talks to Arthur Rimbaud and Tim Leary, while John Lennon passes glasses of heavenly liquor around the tables, Morrison stays by the door to help keep it wide open for new arrivants, Janis Joplin is the bar tender with Serge Gainsbourg.

The CJ (cloud jockey) is Phil Lynott and the only MC is of course Terence McKenna. The Dead music is playing softly in the background. Syd Barrett is here too, talking about flying flowers with Nico and Warhol... :))))))))))