It strikes me how much of my life happens to me, rather than occurring through a well-thought plan. My life took a major turn through a psychedelic accident. It then took another turn through a skiing accident, which led to a near-death experience. I called one of my books ‘an accidental ayahuasca adventure’, and I’ve also written ‘I went to Burning Man by accident’. What does this say about me, the accidental philosopher, simply reacting to life rather than aiming for a long-term goal?

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