To read or not to read...

There's some hippies on a plane in 1970 who want their drugs back because it sure is lonely without them.

I’ve been reading some bizarre stuff lately.

An example being “The Illuminatus! Trilogy.” I have got to finish this book! It is a book that I’ve owned for a few years now, but never picked it up long enough to stay interested. I’ve managed to get a couple hundred pages in, and am starting to finally get caught up in the story line. It's quite dramatic, but dern hard to read. The narrorator keeps changing places with others, and it’s based on a lot of crack-pot theories and conspiracies mixed in with mysticism- Rosicrusians, Masons etc… It is entertaining though.

I can’t stop wondering what Wilson and Shea were on when they wrote it. And wondering what the point of it all is. It's like reading "Uncle Tom's Cabin" or "Moby Dick" in the sense that it's something to chew on for posterity's sake. I have to admit, in my innermost self-proclaiming voice, that there are some mountains worth climbing. Three cheers for creativity, and the resonance that "I have read that" makes.

I dunno, it is a trudge though. I might just resolve myself to thinking it's not worth reading by me, kinda like Burroughs' "Naked Lunch"- sorry not interested. The 'I am king of the intellectual world' viewpoints, mind altering, and cruelty are just parts of an existence I wouldn't want to live in.

I'll keep at it for a little while longer. It is, after all, just fiction.