Was it possible that a single psychedelic experience--something that turned on nothing more than the ingestion of a pill or square of blotter paper--could put a big dent in such a worldview? Shift how one thought about mortality? Actually change one's mind in enduring ways? The idea took hold of me. It was a little like being shown a door in a familiar room--the room of your own mind--that you had somehow never noticed before and being told by people you trusted (scientists!) that a whole other way of thinking--of being!--lay waiting on the other side. All you had to do was turn the knob and enter. Who wouldn't be curious? I might not have been looking to change my life, but the idea of learning something new about it, and of shining a fresh light on this old world, began to occupy my thoughts. Maybe there was something missing from my life, something I just hadn't named.