In the beginning, there was Owsley. The counterculture was without form and void, and darkness was upon the face of the land; and the Spirit of Psychedelia was moving over the face of the waters. And Owsley said, “Let there be acid.” And Owsley saw that acid was good, and Owsley separated the good acid from the bad acid. What he sowed was reaped by Tim Leary, Ken Kesey, Jerry Garcia, and a host of other 60s luminaries, and the harvest spewed forth both beautiful fruit and rotten apples. People tolerated the eccentric habits of LSD chemist Augustus Stanley Owsley III—his all-meat diet, his belief in various apocalyptic scenarios—because, as Tom Wolfe immortalized Owsley’s contribution to the psychedelic movement: The little dude made righteous acid. Owsley, who died last month just before The Fix went live--dead at 76, in an automobile accident in rural Australia, where he had lived for years, determined to survive the coming ice age he was convinced was upon us.