Anon06/23/25, 24:59No.24488792
I took some LSD and went to a park. The trees, the grass, the insects, the trillions of bacteria and other microbes... I can’t understand why any of this is happening. There are so many people out there, so many whose lives are long gone. What difference did they make? Then you look up at the sky and there are trillions upon trillions of galaxies. There’s no trace of order, direction, meaning, or story that could encompass it all.The acid state of mind is bizarre. The day felt like an entire week, sometimes enjoyable, sometimes I just wanted it to end, as if I could fast-forward to sobriety. At moments, I felt like I was in a movie, as if my entire life up to this point had been nothing but a strange dream. A dream that shaped my personality, named my acquaintances, and gave me a repertoire of stories and events, ordinary, but mine.But why am I not dreaming all of this at once? Why am I not the microbe, the insect, the bird, the eight billion people in one single experience, the function of the machine we all are parts of? Why am I not you? How can you (which is your "I") see me? If the subjectivity of the other is not experienced by me, can it be said to exist at all?Where are the dead in all this? Where do I put my sorrow for those who’ve passed? How can something simply never happen again? How can we sustain life’s absurdity if not by expecting it to flash again before our eyes, giving it some meaning, some narrative that explains its countless nuances? I don’t think so. I think it’s total madness and chaos. One day I’ll die and be no more. I don’t think we have souls. I don’t think the ego survives without the brain. And yet, it’s equally absurd that this mind holds the camera of my perception.What are we of service to the world if we can't save each other from vanishing? Long lives, short lives. Happy lives, sad lives. They are all of the same size. All is futile.
