Reality is like a landscape. Science has always been drawn to the mountains. The Special Relativity Mountain. The Quantum Alps. The String Theory Chain. Thinking that they will be able to see what there is to see.

But they miss the magic happening in the valleys, the streams and the jungles.

Religion is drawn to the volatile regions. The Judaistic steam vents. The Christian Volcano. The Moslem faultline. They point at the shaking, and the lava, and the steam, and say "This is God, he has created us!"

But what created them lies far below their ken.

Drugs are catapults. They fling you up into the stratosphere, showing you things that you never knew existed from vistas you could never before imagine.

Only to deposit you in strange lands you have no working knowledge of.

But the real knowledge is gained on the journey home.