Hitting the Desert Trail
We drove out of Santa Barbara in a downpour, setting the GPS for the high and dry country of Arizona.
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We drove out of Santa Barbara in a downpour, setting the GPS for the high and dry country of Arizona.
To some Santa Barbarans, there are times when the town is just too busy, too Saturday-night-boisterous, too crowded with traffic. Just too-too. That’s when they head 45 minutes down the road to little Ojai, cupped in Ventura County’s hills.
I’ve always wondered what it would be like to ply the Caribbean’s turquoise waters aboard a yacht, sipping Champagne and nibbling caviar.
Modern science still suffers in many ways from its own version of cognitive dissonance by maintaining what is essentially a behaviorist/positivist stance in, of all places, the philosophy of mind.
The problem becomes apparent when we try to explain mind itself within the “scientific” method which does its best to ignore mind in nature.
Lacking the euros to tour Europe, I hit the road to “Switzerland of America” country in southwest Colorado.
Eyebrows were raised when we announced at the coffee shop that we were heading for this 3.3-million-acre rock pile.