the real choices that you make in your life, the really difficult, defining choices, are never between what’s right and what’s easy. They’re between what’s wrong and what’s hard.’

Birnam Wood’s next full-caucus hui was fast approaching – the group met quarterly, on the first Monday night of every February, May, August, and November –

fifty years ago the cigarettes were on the shelves and the condoms were behind the counter, and now it’s the other way around. It’ll be that way with psychedelics and alcohol, I’m sure. It’ll flip.’