Trip Notes
‘round, & Again.
‘For Fuck’s SAAAAAKKKKKEEEE!!!?!!!’
“It’s fine, it’s fine… relax.
…why are you so bothered?
It’s just a game… this isn’t real, not in that sense, anyway.
We’re just using this playground to prompt and provoke reactions…
so we can have an experience and feel… besides, you’re the one doing it…”
‘Feel what?’
“…our own energy…”
‘What, like gettin high?!?’
“Yeah. Just like getting high.”
‘Wtf??? Why would I do that to myself?!!!’
“Calm down, dude. It’s cool. You’re just collecting yourself… sorting it out, so to speak. And what do you mean? What are you doing to yourself?”
‘…put myself here, in this place… at this time… with theeeese fucking people!
…so much of it, what I’ve been through, what’s happened…
whether I’ve put myself through it, brought it on myself, or whatever you mean… this shit hasn’t been worth that!?! a fucking trip to get high, and none of it’s real and doesn’t matter?!?!
The way it’s gone, up to this point… has totally not been worth it. That, I’m certain of.’
“Really?
You don’t get it yet, do you?”
‘Get what…!?’
“…why it seems so hard… so difficult…
Look, this whole thing, the game you’re playing, you’re playing it at such a high level… why do you think it’s so complex, so many distractions… why the circus is spinning as fast and as wild as it is?
This version of the game has been playing out for thousands of years… since the last time you rebooted the game and wiped the slate all but clean, you don’t remember?
I mean, don’t get me wrong, coming out of the trees and eating mushrooms found under animal shit, no language or need for things, was cool and all… enough of you are figuring out the game, and pretty soon, it won’t be hide and seek, you’ll see yourself and won’t be able to pretend you’re separate anymore… and I don’t know about you, but, the game, at this level, is sooooo much more involved…
Relax, Dude, you got this…”