Philosopher
Rising Star
When I trip on mushrooms, my psychedelic drug of choice, I always see things as naked. They are free of associations and regular daily attributions, everything is rather pure. I can view all things with infinite detail, that allows my flowing contentness of reality. I am pleased by everything I view because of its smaller parts that I seem to notice when tripping. Things in nature especially seem to have an innate mystical paradoxism of existence. In that, it is infinite, yet finite. It is one, yet all. Things I view millions of times a day, such as a fold in cloth, has infinite dimensional characteristics of color, depth, flow, and connectedness. How is it that a chemical can bring about such profoundness of objects? Things I've seen everyday since I was born, like trees, are completely novel and extremely intriguing, with their fractalized branches and roots.