One particular passage describing consciousness in The Wisdom of Insecurity jumped out at me because it was a very good description of my perception of my own consciousness during a really strong LSD experience. It scared the ever-loving fuck out of me at the time (I was 17 or so) but, having read that, I am now more sure that my indefinite hiatus from psychedelic use will eventually come to an end. It's been a long time, though. I'm not in a rush.