I like to take an inter-dimensional ride and glide down neutrons and quarks.
I have looked into what should be a void and I can tell you there are marvels hidden in there. In between the atoms, that space we thought to be empty, is not.
All it takes is smoking some pink juice and listening to busindre music on my sound bubble. My conscience dissolves into the air, and my body, the music, the vapor… it all fuses into one.
If you are lucky like me you will see Her. Call Her infinity, call Her eternity, call Her emptiness, call her Love…
You can’t convince me it is an hallucination caused by toxic fumes and electromagnetic waves. That’s the explanation of those who can’t see.
I have seen Her face.
January 21, 2021