I was sitting back on an old, battered, dog-smelling sofa in a friend's garage. I had a beer of some kind in my hand, and a trusty basket briar -- generally I buy no other kind -- in my fist. I loaded up a fat wad of Royal Yacht and touched the flame to it, tamped, and then set it ablaze again.
I knew I was in for trouble when the voices of my friends receded. The garage seemed far away and underwater, and in the space between us the voices of demons and shapes of dead ancestors flew like a flock of bats. Soon I ventured beyond time and space, past the boundary between light and darkness itself, into a state of pure being.
At the center of this realm where ordinary physics did not reply, I found myself at an altar marked 1912. Curious, I brushed the surface, and a platform raised itself from within. On it was a single tin of Royal Yacht. I took it and opened it, and a starburst nebula expanded into my consciousness.
I was floating in deep space, far from any known galaxy, looking into the core of a world with seven suns. The planet itself was made of some kind of gel, and layers of life pulsed within. As I swam in airless space, a creature appeared before me that was part manta ray, part bat and part snake. Its green eyes paralyzed me with entrancement.
And then it said: "The secret is not that there are other worlds, but that your world is part of them, and everything you see is the momentary glimpse of what happens elsewhere. All that you know is illusion, and all that you think is true, is mere distraction."
Then this creature turned into a vortex of infinite colors and then a black hole, drawing me in and crushing me with its power as I became less than nothing, an ego without the power to notice itself.
I came to back on the sofa. My beer was empty and so was my pipe. I realized at that moment that I needed to order Royal Yacht in bulk so that I could visit the space-dragons again.
I knew I was in for trouble when the voices of my friends receded. The garage seemed far away and underwater, and in the space between us the voices of demons and shapes of dead ancestors flew like a flock of bats. Soon I ventured beyond time and space, past the boundary between light and darkness itself, into a state of pure being.
At the center of this realm where ordinary physics did not reply, I found myself at an altar marked 1912. Curious, I brushed the surface, and a platform raised itself from within. On it was a single tin of Royal Yacht. I took it and opened it, and a starburst nebula expanded into my consciousness.
I was floating in deep space, far from any known galaxy, looking into the core of a world with seven suns. The planet itself was made of some kind of gel, and layers of life pulsed within. As I swam in airless space, a creature appeared before me that was part manta ray, part bat and part snake. Its green eyes paralyzed me with entrancement.
And then it said: "The secret is not that there are other worlds, but that your world is part of them, and everything you see is the momentary glimpse of what happens elsewhere. All that you know is illusion, and all that you think is true, is mere distraction."
Then this creature turned into a vortex of infinite colors and then a black hole, drawing me in and crushing me with its power as I became less than nothing, an ego without the power to notice itself.
I came to back on the sofa. My beer was empty and so was my pipe. I realized at that moment that I needed to order Royal Yacht in bulk so that I could visit the space-dragons again.
I'm gonna steal that for my quote..
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