A cabin in the woods of Virginia. No electricity. No running water. A man in his fifties sits on a wooden stool before dawn, milking a goat. He writes poetry. He folk-dances despite the clubfoot he was born with. He meditates every morning. His neighbors know him as a quiet, spiritual man at peace with the world. His name was Sidney Gottlieb. And for twenty-two years he ran the most ambitious and most insane and dangerous investigation of human consciousness in the history of the United States government. What did MK Ultra learn?