And believe it or not, when I once went up to UCLA I had a taste of the metaphysical I was wishing for. I ran into a couple who were on their way to visit someone at the anthropology department, which is where a person I knew studied, so I could show them the way there on campus. They had a brief meeting with a man named Carlos Castenada and I hung around after asking permission from everyone. He took us all for a small short walk around the department, then we stepped outside, and within a few steps he showed us a huge wood sculpture through a window. The sculpture looked like a modern sculpture of a tree. As I walked, I became clouded and dizzy, and thought I was having a low blood sugar attack. Then he lead us away and said goodbye in a doorway. I think that's what he did. As we exchanged notes later when he seemed to just disappear, they were feeling the same way as I. And none of us could ever find that statue again. I went back several days later in an attempt to find it, to retrace my steps here and there, and I simply couldn't.