What if you knew someone who took a big hit of acid as an initiation ritual, and then told you he could do magic? He's still tripping, or he's crazy. Pretty simple.
What if you were that person? A sensible person otherwise, but obsessed enough, or desperate enough, to try it. You trip hard, hallucinate, have an epiphany, and now you can do stuff.
Would you believe it yourself? Or would you just assume you were still tripping, or maybe that you'd completely lost touch with reality?
Imagine getting what you'd risked your life to achieve, and then not being able to trust that you weren't really just still lying on your floor in a hallucinogen-induced dream.
Do you try to hold onto what you've worked so hard for, possibly driving yourself further toward an irreparable psychotic break?
Or do you fight to wake up, to deny the proofs you keep giving yourself, and possibly lose what you worked so hard for in the first place?
Ain't it funny how life is never simple. =o)
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