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 / _` |/ _` | '_ \| '_ \ / _ \ '__| | __/ _` | |/ _ \/ __|
| (_| | (_| | |_) | |_) |  __/ |    | || (_| | |  __/\__ \
 \__, |\__,_|_.__/|_.__/ \___|_|     \__\__,_|_|\___||___/
 |___/                                                   
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 / _|_ __ ___  _ __ ___   | |_| |__   ___                
| |_| '__/ _ \| '_ ` _ \  | __| '_ \ / _ \         /      
|  _| | | (_) | | | | | | | |_| | | |  __/     ___/        
|_| |_|  \___/|_| |_| |_|  \__|_| |_|\___|        \      
                                            ___/   \___     \
 _               _                 _           \   /         \___
| | _____      _| | __ _ _ __   __| |___        \ /    \     /
| |/ _ \ \ /\ / / |/ _` | '_ \ / _` / __|   \__  |      \___/  
| | (_) \ V  V /| | (_| | | | | (_| \__ \   /    |      /   \    
|_|\___/ \_/\_/ |_|\__,_|_| |_|\__,_|___/ _/     |_____/     \   
                                           \     /     \
                  1      5                  \   /       \____
       21                          ??????    \ /        /
            ???      ??      ???    ?         |    3   /
                                              | 8          21
      ???     ___   5     3            ..   ? | __   ___
             /../         ..    ..         ___   \\  \..\
   ??    ___/  /___  ..             ___    \..\   \\ _\- \_
        / _   |  _ \        __      \..\   _\. \__///  |   \
       / / |  | | \ \      /../   ________/ ______//________\__
       \ \ |__|_| / /   __/__/_  /       / /                 / |
        \ \|    |/ /   / _____ \/       / /                 /  |
         //|    |\\   / /______/       /-'         ________/   |
           | || |     \//_____/__,--______________/ /          |
    2      | || |     | |        \ \              | |          |
           | || |   __| | ______  \ \_____________| |          |
         _\|_||_|/_//_| |/,___ _\/ /____/   _ \   | |          |
        /____||____\  |_|\|_:__\___/____|__/ \_\__|_|__________|


Gabbertales from the Lowlands part 1:
“Mushrooms & the Fibonacci Sequence”

An autobiographical text by Koernaad Bramenboter aka Mr. Maximal
Recommended music while reading this article: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PKol0f_Tzjk

Once upon a time when Gabberhouse reigned supreme and global warming was 
just a rumour, yours truly found himself in a posh villa, together with 
around 20 acquaintances and a large kettle of mushroom tea.
This tea was only part of what would be consumed at the party that 
evening. I for myself would keep it minimalistic and stick to mushrooms 
and cigarettes. Earlier, someone had told me that mushrooms and 
chemicals don’t combine.  I had taken that advice to heart.
The party - fueled by alcohol and hardcore beats - started raging. I, 
myself started feeling increasingly hot and uncomfortable. I unzipped 
the front of my expensive yet low quality tracksuit. That did not cool me off.

I found that it was not the temperature or even the music that made me 
feel weird. It was the energy of the people in the room. I seemed to be 
at another “wavelength”, for lack of a better word. I decided I needed 
to get away.  So I rolled under the couch I had been sitting on.
Now, to the reader this might seem like a weird move. And it was. But I 
hope fellow psychonauts will understand. Weird or not, It was indeed a 
very bad idea.  People started kneeling down to look what I was doing. 
This made me more uncomfortable. Soon I also started feeling 
claustrophobic. What was supposed to be a fun party full of psychoactive 
experimentation had taken a turn for the worse.  I rolled back from 
under the couch, got up, zipped up my tracksuit and went outside.

Before me was a well-kept lawn with a number of large trees around it. I 
lit a cigarette and picked a spot under a large pine tree. As I got 
comfortable under the tree, I felt my body calming down. I rested my 
head in the soft grass. I took a drag of my cigarette. I looked up to 
the sky and stars trough the tree’s branches.
And that’s when I saw it.
It was perfection. Every branch, twig and needle was in exactly the 
right spot. The only spot they ever could be. Perfectly arranged to 
nature’s universal rule. The Fibonacci Sequence