Recounting an Ecstatic Experience
March 22, 2017 - 234 words
Last night was a swirling mixture of fantasy and distorted reality. Time blended together to create some kind of glinting spectral wonderland that existed only in the minds of those experiencing it. We shared stupefied glances with one another as we floated along, eyeballs the size of planets, doubting every moment and questioning whether such a state of mind was one of permanent insanity. If it was, it's pretty fucking awesome. There was no escaping this totally extreme thing. Uncomprehending we wandered like zombies, past the lake, past the lake again, and past the lake one more time before passing the lake in a celebration of lake passing.
"After this wanna go around the lake?"
"Yeah let's do the lake."
"Man this lake."
"Right? It's a good lake."
Light and sound were a comforting entity in the distance that offered sanctuary, right over there on the other side of the lake. The lake was fine too. Everything was fine. We would check out that pulsing sound world after passing the lake. Years ago none of us believed in heaven but thankfully we had all since discarded our delusional skepticism in order to make way for a life of richness and immediacy, which was washing over us in RICH IMMEDIATE WAVES.
“What is happening right now.”
“I dunno man this is insane.”
We passed the lake and sat down by the lake for a while.