My roommate and I and another friend of his met at our apartment, each took about a third of a 200mg tab, went for a rather lengthy walk around the north of the city while it kicked in, then I had the strangest and most exhilarating sensation of my life.
I sat there in my own living room, stunned, feeling like the three of us were a trifecta in a pantheon of gods who had descended to earth for a night of frolicking and fun. My former self, the one who lives in this apartment and wears these clothes with this face I was using for a quick moment, offered this stack of coffee table books for me to enjoy during my stay. I looked in the fridge and saw some food I had bought earlier in the day and felt like it was an offering to my exalted self, who had appeared to straighten my life and put it in order.
The three of us looked at each other, and we knew. And we busted out laughing.
I couldn't forget about these books I had left on the coffee table for myself. Rembrandt, Rodin, an Astronomy textbook, and Be Here Now by Ram Dass. That last one caught my attention because the book itself seemed to be in on the joke too. It broke the rules of being a book, with its sideways text, brown pages, and crazy pictures. It just sat there looking at me like ¯_(ツ)_/¯.
I picked it up and knew exactly what it was talking about on every page. It's like a sacred text written for the gods who made their startling appearance when I decided to put that piece of a tab in my mouth.
All my anxieties and worries had been rewinded, back to a time before they had even been a thought. I knew that all of my problems, even my whole existence, was a wave, after which another wave will come and after that another, each indifferent to the last one.
Why am I taking everything so fucking seriously?
I enjoy religious things so I just spent the entire night thinking about Jesus and it was all I could ever want.