text: "This wasn't any kinda fractal or visual i've seen in all the times i've tripped, this thing was alive. It was the fucking universe, man. The whole universe was like one big.... creature? God? I don't fucking know. But it was almost like it was squirming, like some group of gigantic fucking earthworms in one of those plastic things you get from a bait store. Like they were all packed in there tangled up in each other trying to go in a million directions at one time. But I'm telling you, this was one fucking thing. At first I started to flip the fuck out, but I've had some bad trips before so I calmed down and kept watching this thing squirm. It made me sick at first, not just because of how it looked but how the fucking size of it made my head spin. It was literally the entire goddamn universe. You remember that myth about the World Snake or whatever? Like how it stretches all the way around the Earth and eats it's own tail? Imagine how big that motherfucker is. Now take that and multiply it by some number we can't even wrap our fucking minds around. When I realized how massive it was, I didn't just feel nauseous. It was like my understanding of The Earth and our place in the universe melted away. People who have done a lot of psychedelics know what "ego death" is. You see your own death in a trip, so when you come back to reality you no don't have those pre conceived notions of "me". It makes you see shit in a different way. You aren't as selfish anymore, because you realize that you're like a drop in the bucket, you know what I mean? Ok, well this shit is beyond fucking ego death. The more I stared at this thing, it was like I had some kind of realization. It's the universe right? Well we're a part of it too. Our solar system, the next one over, hell even one a billion light-years away is living in it. And like how we're made up of atoms, like these tiny fucking things that all somehow stick together and make up everything. And then I realized something else. If the planets and stars and shit are like the fucking atoms that form this thing, what does that make us? We're like the fucking electrons and shit that spin around the fucking inside of the atoms. Hell, maybe even smaller than that. I mean we're like nothing. Like a fucking fly on a billboard the size of the United States. All this shit was coming into my head, and it was like my physical body and shit had melted away into this fucking thing. Even my fucking soul. None of it made sense anymore. I don't even think I was a person anymore at this point in the trip. It's like that atom shit I was talking about. Those atoms could be living their own lives that we don't even know about, but what does the life of that atom even mean compared to me and you? If that tiny fucking atom had a wife and kids that it loved a whole lot, and they all got wiped out in a car crash, or got fucking shot in the head one by one, what would that matter to you? It's just an atom, and the only thing that matters to you is that it does it's job to hold everything together right? Ok, now you're the atom. All you're doing is sitting there with a shitload of other dots doing Jack shit. So what if you die, or I die? There's trillions or probably more little dots doing the same thing. That was the scariest fucking feeling ever. Knowing that if we all got wiped out in a massive fucking explosion or war or whatever, it wouldn't even matter. So yeah, I was like this atom on the back of a giant space worm thing. But I started to feel it. The squirming. The goddamn slimy universe rolling around for no fucking reason. I completely lost my shit by then. I don't think the human brain can take that much. I was numb, and alive. It was like I got spread out in a million directions. I was the fucking stars, man. But it didn't even stop there. It kept moving out and out, and I could feel myself strecthing farther and farther and faster and faster until I got to the size of the worm.