"At last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth, and addressed her in a languid, sleepy voice.
`Who are YOU?' said the Caterpillar.
This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, `I--I hardly know, sir, just at present-- at least I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.'
`What do you mean by that?' said the Caterpillar sternly. `Explain yourself!'
`I can't explain MYSELF, I'm afraid, sir' said Alice, `because I'm not myself, you see.'
`I don't see,' said the Caterpillar.
`I'm afraid I can't put it more clearly,' Alice replied very politely, `for I can't understand it myself to begin with."
Today I met with two gentlemen whose business it is to grow mushrooms. This is 100 percent legal in Holland, though after some recent incidents in which tourists who took mushrooms caused problems or injured (and in one case killed) themselves, they're talking about banning them.
The punchline: the two guys who grow about 60 percent of mushrooms sold in the Netherlands have never tried them themselves. And no, this is not a question of 'not inhaling.' The moment was apparently never right...
Well, they say 'don't get high on your own supply', and I guess these gents have taken that advice to heart. It was quite a fascinating experience seeing their operation. Very high-tech.