Ripheus23
Rising Star
A common refrain is that extreme trips are ineffable, that no sorry human language can express their glory. This refrain echoes similar doctrine regarding transcendence of any kind as indicated by religion or philosophy. However, are we to declare in an essentially a priori way that we will never read a trip report that will completely authentically communicate, by words alone, the content of the DMT experience?
To bring up a favorite example of mine, John Ciardi in his translation of Dante's poetry says that Dante actually manages to express the infinite glory of the Catholic idea of God within the framework of human writing. Having read and obsessively analyzed the Paradiso for the last two years almost now, I strongly agree with Ciardi. (For one, the technique the author uses in fact is isomorphic to musical patterns that evoke transcendental euphoria when listened to.)
But there are many examples throughout literature of writing that conveys eternity, or so I feel. There was one night I remember reading a certain fantasy novel invested with a lot of personal meaning for me, and when I looked up from the end of Part 1 of the book, I felt like I was coming down off some kind of drug. (And this was before I ever did drugs besides caffeine or even heavily drank for the first time, so this description is retrospective: at the time it was in a class of its own, more or less.)
Sometimes people give each a look that says, "I know." People who have broken through on DMT might often share such a look. My question is, would I ever be able to read a trip report and then look with the same depth of sympathetic understanding at the person who wrote it?
To bring up a favorite example of mine, John Ciardi in his translation of Dante's poetry says that Dante actually manages to express the infinite glory of the Catholic idea of God within the framework of human writing. Having read and obsessively analyzed the Paradiso for the last two years almost now, I strongly agree with Ciardi. (For one, the technique the author uses in fact is isomorphic to musical patterns that evoke transcendental euphoria when listened to.)
But there are many examples throughout literature of writing that conveys eternity, or so I feel. There was one night I remember reading a certain fantasy novel invested with a lot of personal meaning for me, and when I looked up from the end of Part 1 of the book, I felt like I was coming down off some kind of drug. (And this was before I ever did drugs besides caffeine or even heavily drank for the first time, so this description is retrospective: at the time it was in a class of its own, more or less.)
Sometimes people give each a look that says, "I know." People who have broken through on DMT might often share such a look. My question is, would I ever be able to read a trip report and then look with the same depth of sympathetic understanding at the person who wrote it?