Substances

Who knows what we're made of? Probably strange constituencies, qua virtus dormitiva.

Some people process alcohol as if opiates, becoming not cloudy and intoxicated, but focused with the imminent and beckoning (and thus obligatory), finding the extraneous blissfully cleared away.

So many ways to meet God, and once experienced you can never go back, all else colored by what you know. You can call it all nonsense and attribute it to substance, but substance was only a facilitator, perhaps little more than a forced exception to habits, routines, and mental patterns grown into rigid OCD regularity.

You cannot sense or comprehend what you don't already know. External attribution is illusory and cowardice. You can only get out what is already therein - all thought and revelation was always within you.