Chrichton was a brilliant author, but was a spiritual wackaloon! His autobiographical book Travels must have set me back 4 or 5 years on the road to rationalism cause I was searching for auras and other claptrap. The dude believed in spoon bending! How this happened to such a brilliant and seemingly rational mind I'll never understand.
Someone should have locked Crichton in a room with James Randi for a few days.

