When I'm high I feel like I am on a different plane of consciousness. Like the very reality I live is being unwrapped like a present; it's potential to be anything popped, the realisation of a specific identity revealed. A fakery, a foolery, a mystical scam. We are, as the cliché goes, actors in a cosmic play. Our identities make believe, our world cardboard. As a species we are the baby of space debris created by a universal explosion billions of years ago (the 'big bang' being the result of the universe going through an elemental state change.) Beings, that in my generationally disabled vocabulary, I can only describe as 'spiritually aware', are out there. Somewhere so 'far' in every inter-dimensional sense of the word, that they mayaswell, and do not, exist to us. When my 'mind', my state of consciousness is altered to a 'normal', sober working... there is no mental awareness or regard to thoughts as wonderfully refreshing as so. As a mental exercise this shit is making Dr Kawashima look like a pussy. Thanks dad for a great time today :) x