Stupid old codger. I wish he'd drop dead instead of just fainting now and then. There are no excuses, and the whole shebang makes me puke. From the unpublished field notes of Carlos Castaneda - Don Juan and I ascended the slope. He took the lead, moving effortlessly.
Nobody believes that crap anymore, and it has nothing to do with the heart of the teachings.
And if you call me Artie, I'll kill you. Isaac Asimov on being a writer - Not that it matters, but I've written more books than Arthur. We can therefore dispense with nonscientific explanations of phenomena. It can give a critical unity to those beliefs and values which survive its purifying inquiries. It's also a handy escape when your personal life is a chaotic mess.