My qualiadelic philosophy is a mere framework, a skeleton, a blueprint or a map that helps me know the world. It is like a child’s sketch of a tree, or a house, or a face – poor art, perhaps, but charming.
Living it, though, when I notice new qualia or I receive new ideas, they filter through me like sunlight through the leaves of a tree, or rain rain upon my skin, and they trickle through my mind and feed my being. My qualiadelic philosophy is an experience of joy.