Re: the broadcast of goings on in the actual world, I would say that there’s nothing that would be terribly enthralling or even instructive. Anyone who’s read Richard’s diary can appreciate it’s not exactly going to make the NYT best-seller list 
Mostly it’s him pottering around, making fun of hippies … much like my life now 
Life is quite simple, exquisite, clear, sensuous and pleasant - much like the accounts he describes in that book.
It’s rare when I have those moments of glimpsing infinitude - or what I used to call shortly after AF ‘the beast!’ There were times when I felt that an an inhabitant of this planet, I was a tiny insect riding the back of a truly enormous creature whose very body was the earth, sky, stars and planets stretching into infinity. Then I remember a few times walking around outside when I experienced the earth as if it were the still living remains of an enormous god. It reminded me of aboriginal dreaming lore where mountains and forests are thought to be the bones and entrails of gods and ancestors and I could see how the actual experience of encountering the world can be translated affectively into mythic narratives and become literalised, spiritualised. Probably not necessary to say but as a disclaimer, I don’t actually think the universe is a giant turtle or that the world is the body of Zeus! Just trying to give you all some sense of the enormity and magic of these moments.