What happens when a hyper-rational, left-brained, and very logical philosopher encounters the psychedelic? He over-corrects and finds himself in a radically unscheduled and improvised life of an artist. Complete artistic freedom however does not lead to great works. He needs to schedule his improv. Unable to submit to any entity that tells him what to do, he decides to create his own cult to live well and escape the nihilistic absurdity of the universe.
