TheAppleCore
Rising Star
Boy, I'm going to have some fun trying to put this one to words. The possibilities are virtually infinite. Unlike most ordinary phenomena, which serve to create limitations for words, because they are concrete forms around which language must be wrapped, this sort of experience does the exact opposite - it frees language. This experience is not a thing. More accurate would be to call it a meta-thing. A spectacle that, like Chinese linking rings, proves the falsehood of preconceived boundaries and limitations by simply existing outside of them!
Coming up on some 225-odd micrograms of LSD, I decide to try a combination that has stirred my curiosity for quite some time now - Hofmann's twist on MXE. I start with around 15 milligrams under the tongue, and begin to play the online multiplayer first-person shooter Counter-Strike: Source while awaiting the effects. The lucidity with which I am able to observe the psychological mechanics of gameplay, and the resulting increased level of performance, is nothing short of marvelous. You've just got to remember all of the hidden implications of the words "game", and "play", and you've got to have "good sportsmanship", then you've mastered the art of virtual gun war - never take it seriously, always take a beating in stride, congratulate your enemies for their success, and you are completely free within the psychological void that is the absence of fear.
The mouse and keyboard now feel utterly different underneath my fingers, truly like organic extensions of my body, not foreign devices with which I must cooperate. As a Terrorist, walking into a room full of Counter-Terrorists, all poised and primed to unleash a fury of lead at the first glimpse of an intruder, feels no more frightening than the sips of water I take between games. And, with the cool and playful calculations of a mind completely detached from anxiety, I make a series of deceptive movements through the room, shifting into a new pattern of motion just as soon as my enemies have caught on to the old one, and so on and so on, as I'm systematically slaying the group of confused Counter-Terrorists, one by one. After I've made work of the room, I check the scoreboard, and I'm on top.
15 milligrams doesn't quite seem like enough, however. Under the tongue another 15 go, and here is where I can't avoid it any longer - the endless, blank forum text box, within which I can write anything I please, and no matter what, it's all a perfect illustration of the formlessness which ensues shortly hereafter. It's intimidating, because of course I can easily botch it, and write a mess of words that will mean nothing to anyone. But, I have to remember, the room full of Counter-Terrorists used to look intimidating, until I knew the secret. Fearlessly, forward I plunge.
My body, and all of my material circumstances, are not mechanisms which produce my consciousness. The light, reflected from surfaces in the room into my eye, then catalyzing my optic nerve to signal my brain, are not material phenomena that give rise to the experience of sight. Rather, vision itself is a spirit which manifests itself as eyeballs and light, made of "matter" and "photons". These matter and photons are no more elementary building blocks of reality than Legos®. They just happen to be the most convenient means by which I, the mysterious I, can create for myself the visions that I currently wish to see.
I am in the position of orchestrating a sort of continuous magic show, to satisfy my ever-changing curiosity. And, because I am God Himself, and exist within the total vacuum that precedes even empty 3D space, I am omnipotent. However, my omnipotence is far, far beyond the crude oversight that is attributed to a Christian God. My power is endless - not in the sense that I can create whatever objects or situations I like - but in the sense that I can literally create the paradigm of "objects" and "situations", by creating spatial dimensions within which objects can be measured. And so, the universe in which I write this report and you all get to read it, is one particular show in which I employ objects, situations, matter, and photons to create the desired effect. However, once this particular experiment has reached its expiration, and this universe implodes on itself, I'll try something new, and it will be an art that is crafted with a medium inconceivably unique and distinct from matter and photons.
And I've been doing this again and again for an infinite past, and I'll continue to do it again and again for an infinite future.
Coming up on some 225-odd micrograms of LSD, I decide to try a combination that has stirred my curiosity for quite some time now - Hofmann's twist on MXE. I start with around 15 milligrams under the tongue, and begin to play the online multiplayer first-person shooter Counter-Strike: Source while awaiting the effects. The lucidity with which I am able to observe the psychological mechanics of gameplay, and the resulting increased level of performance, is nothing short of marvelous. You've just got to remember all of the hidden implications of the words "game", and "play", and you've got to have "good sportsmanship", then you've mastered the art of virtual gun war - never take it seriously, always take a beating in stride, congratulate your enemies for their success, and you are completely free within the psychological void that is the absence of fear.
The mouse and keyboard now feel utterly different underneath my fingers, truly like organic extensions of my body, not foreign devices with which I must cooperate. As a Terrorist, walking into a room full of Counter-Terrorists, all poised and primed to unleash a fury of lead at the first glimpse of an intruder, feels no more frightening than the sips of water I take between games. And, with the cool and playful calculations of a mind completely detached from anxiety, I make a series of deceptive movements through the room, shifting into a new pattern of motion just as soon as my enemies have caught on to the old one, and so on and so on, as I'm systematically slaying the group of confused Counter-Terrorists, one by one. After I've made work of the room, I check the scoreboard, and I'm on top.
15 milligrams doesn't quite seem like enough, however. Under the tongue another 15 go, and here is where I can't avoid it any longer - the endless, blank forum text box, within which I can write anything I please, and no matter what, it's all a perfect illustration of the formlessness which ensues shortly hereafter. It's intimidating, because of course I can easily botch it, and write a mess of words that will mean nothing to anyone. But, I have to remember, the room full of Counter-Terrorists used to look intimidating, until I knew the secret. Fearlessly, forward I plunge.
My body, and all of my material circumstances, are not mechanisms which produce my consciousness. The light, reflected from surfaces in the room into my eye, then catalyzing my optic nerve to signal my brain, are not material phenomena that give rise to the experience of sight. Rather, vision itself is a spirit which manifests itself as eyeballs and light, made of "matter" and "photons". These matter and photons are no more elementary building blocks of reality than Legos®. They just happen to be the most convenient means by which I, the mysterious I, can create for myself the visions that I currently wish to see.
I am in the position of orchestrating a sort of continuous magic show, to satisfy my ever-changing curiosity. And, because I am God Himself, and exist within the total vacuum that precedes even empty 3D space, I am omnipotent. However, my omnipotence is far, far beyond the crude oversight that is attributed to a Christian God. My power is endless - not in the sense that I can create whatever objects or situations I like - but in the sense that I can literally create the paradigm of "objects" and "situations", by creating spatial dimensions within which objects can be measured. And so, the universe in which I write this report and you all get to read it, is one particular show in which I employ objects, situations, matter, and photons to create the desired effect. However, once this particular experiment has reached its expiration, and this universe implodes on itself, I'll try something new, and it will be an art that is crafted with a medium inconceivably unique and distinct from matter and photons.
And I've been doing this again and again for an infinite past, and I'll continue to do it again and again for an infinite future.
