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 This is me sitting in a hut in the upper Puyamayo Basin of Comisario Amazonas, Colombia, 1971,
 age 22, with graph paper in front of me.
 I am not a mathematician and never showed great talent for precise and formal thinking
 as a result of a series of very peculiar experiences in the Amazon many, many years ago,
 which are described in "True Hallucinations."
 "True hallucinations. Behind us the unknown. Before us the secret."
 The basic assumption upon which all science rests is the idea that time is invariant.
 That if you must picture time, you must picture it as an absolutely featureless plane.
 No love affair, no war, no economic collapse, no domestic spat is ever like any other.
 In our experience, each moment has a property of uniqueness.
 But science, in order to model its cosmos, has to deny this and create the myth of pure duration.
 How do things come into existence and how do they maintain themselves and how do they disappear?
 And what is the unfolding of the world as we experience it?
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 I'm Dennis McKenna, Terrence McKenna's younger brother.
 We pursued the odd and bizarre in nature for many years.
 His approach has been very speculative and metaphysical.
 The thing that is critical here and why all governments are nervous in the presence of it
 is the psychedelic experience in the environment of youth culture and technology.
 It's a dagger pointed at the heart of the old, discredited and defunct cultural style.
 Your Honor, as you can see from this film footage, it wasn't our fault.
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 I mean, everybody knows there's something wrong with the world.
 And if you read left-wing politicians or deconstructionists or thoughtful historians,
 they will offer thoughtful critiques of our situation.
 But the question is, you know, the Tolstoyan question, what is to be done?
 I think we should try to become examples for each other and learn from each other.
 And, you know, it's a matter of turning off to mainstream values,
 turning on to the new communications technology,
 turning on to shamanism, traditional shamanism, its techniques, its communities,
 and dematerializing our culture.
 Neurocybernetic globalized tribe.
 Creative dreaming in the presence of technology is a place where haunted by genies,
 you know, genies that will wrap you in the blanket of their mysterium and lead you forward.
 March forth, humanity, to greet a new dawn, as you slid and swat and crawled
 and walked down the spiral chains of evolutionary metamorphosis to your final awakening.
 For this is the day when you will sleep no more.
 Print-created, post-industrial, constipated, existential, prosthesis-divided creature that we are
 is going to crack its exoskeleton and the new primitive is going to walk out, you know,
 with black contact lenses implanted in the eyelids, menus hanging in space,
 able to access vast three-dimensional simulacrums of imaginary realities,
 but basically living a close-to-hunter-gatherer lifestyle in very small, localized human communities
 with very focused ecological and land-based concerns in the three-dimensional surround.
 And all artificiality will be virtual.
 Every iota of ambiguity that leaves the communication enterprise brings us closer together.
 I mean, our whole task is to make ourselves understood and to understand others as they wish to be understood,
 not as we wish to understand them.
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