I've become convinced that what we experience when we use DMT is a glimpse of our existence sans the monkey body that we drive around. Ego is just so incredibly [i:afb373dd53]unnecessary[/i:afb373dd53] without a body to worry about. On my first time with Aya, between visions, I got a flash of paranoia. I was incapacitated, I thought, someone could just break in and kill me and I wouldn't be able to do anything about it. Well I just wouldn't come back. Peace. I went into the next vision. The body and the whole physical world just seems so inconcequential, there is so much [i:afb373dd53]more[/i:afb373dd53]. There are no cul de sacs here, no narrowing points. Only ever opening complexity as far as you want to go forever. Don't call the suicide hotline on me, I'm still having quite a lot of fun with my monkey, thanks. Actually, entities I've contacted seem quite fascinated at my body, as though I owned an exotic car or pet.