Amidst the snowy winters weather we are having here I was just listening to some more Terence McKenna, and he talked a long while about truth and it’s limits. It made me realise that truth is one of the things we hold onto for dear life, it is a kind of bedrock on which my thinking is built, a faith in truth, mathematical certainty, and science.
Of course Terence being an experienced psychonaut and having taken many heroic doses of psychedelics has a very different view on this. He actually liked reason but disliked science. His piece on truth I found particularly insightful because it chimed with certain things you hear in Zen, such as the realisation that we know nothing.
I was interested to find in my thinking this piece of rather subtle school dogma. It’s another certainty to be examined, and possibly set aside. There are a very few universal certainties, which have limited applicability it seems, and most of the time truth can be seen from different perspectives. I remember Akira Kurosawa’s film Rashomon had this theme.
This is why I listen to McKenna, just his way of speaking helps to free the moribund mind from its assumptions of certainty. It’s as if something of the psychedelic experience seeps through in his voice, in a very dilute way.
This is the workshop I was listening to, the piece on truth is right near the beginning if you are interested.