I stumbled on this book first read in the aftermath of the fall of Saigon (Ho Chi Minh City). Despair was in the air, the horrors and stench of futile war still lingered on in mind, body and spirit.
I was stoned out of my mind. An attempt to forget, escape and put distance on experiences best forgotten but those are the experiences we can never forget.
I came across it again tonight and was amazed that there was something remarkable about this book, parts that I did not, could not, have understood back then remained somewhere beneath my consciousness.
There is an obvious triteness and seeming simplicity that belies some of the collective truth that changed my perception ever so slightly back then, but perhaps altered the course of my life.
And I have not smoked any weed. I promise.