Opinion: Thank you, Dr. Hofmannn
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Though the old jape ‘I thought he’d died years ago’ exactly described my reaction to the death this week of LSD inventor Albert Hofmann, the news was moving nonetheless. First, because the Swiss chemist’s death at the age of 102 provides yet more proof — along with the durability of fellow drug icons Timothy Leary (died at age 75) and William S. Burroughs (83) — that winners do use drugs and lead long productive lives. Second, because, as this Times obituary demonstrates, Hofmann was a far groovier figure than I had always thought based on my vague knowledge of his accidental discovery and the famous ‘bicycle day.’
Read through the description of Hofmann’s first full-scale trip, during which he believed at first that he was dying but went on to enjoy a pleasant experience, and you’ll get a sense of what I’ve always thought was a great falsehood about acid: that there is some bright-line difference between a ‘good’ and ‘bad’ trip. I’ve never understood why you’d even want an acid trip without moments of agonizing panic and bottomless despair; it would be like food without seasonings. I’m not suggesting you eat the brown acid; in fact I’m not suggesting you eat any acid at all. But the need to go into the thing with an open mind and some commitment to remain analytical always seemed to me what made LSD so cool: It cuts through such meaningless distinctions as Hoosier/Hawkeye or Catholic/Protestant to reveal the most important distinction of all: curious/incurious.
Hofmann was also more credulous about the drug’s spiritual properties than I had thought, putting him (whether he would have agreed or not) more in line with the Leary school of consciousness-expansion than the Ken Kesey school of fun and games.
The third school of thought, of course, is Joe Friday’s, in which all trips are bad, and no discussion of LSD would be complete without a viewing of Dragnet‘s ‘Blue Boy’ episode, which was to LSD prohibition what Exodus was to support for Israel. I hover among all three points: I never saw the point of taking all the fun out of a recreational drug with gloopy pseudo-religiosity, and there comes a point where the value in both fun and spiritual discovery starts to diminish in relation to the real or imagined dain bramage you’re inflicting on yourself. Hofmann, like virtually everybody who takes acid, eventually retired from tripping. But his invention made the world a more interesting place. Good luck and happy trips to Rick Doblin and others who continue the research.