| "you really don't start seeing things out of nowhere" If you sit down in a completely dark room on LSD, you really do start seeing things out of nowhere. Or I did at least. Was it pattern recognition? In a completely dark room? What was I recognizing patterns of? Was it a distortion? Of what? Was it real? In the PKD sense of reality, probably not. There seems to be a reluctance to accept the possibility of a hallucination. I would look down at my legs and there would be snakes crawling up my legs. Then I would realize that those weren't my legs, those were my pants. I had come to accept my clothing as part of "me". And that's when things started to go, I realized that the idea of "me" was arbitrary. There's no definite boundary of where "me" starts and where "me" ends, those boundaries start to disappear. Maybe "me" isn't my physical body, it's everything I've experienced, everything I've ever seen or felt. Everything I've ever loved or hated. Everything I've ever created or destroyed. Everything I've ever done or said. Everything I've ever eaten. All that I slight, everyone I fight. All that is now, all that is gone, all that's to come, and everything under the sun is in tune, but the sun is eclipsed by the moon. |