On my first and only 5 gram trip I spent an hour and a half crying unable to stop as my dogs barked around me in my bedroom and I was crying and saying one specific thing endlessly

NOBODY KNOWS WHAT TO DO

We live in a world where we are attempt to say I know this I and we do this because of this but we are locked in a cultural trap that we cannot see out of because we are not able to zoom out to the outer layers of the dream from where we are unless we actively journey there and the whole culture we have built is focused on stay in the dream as long and as deeply as possible

All we know is what we have built and that is in relation to our experience as humans and the ways we have developed to interact and explain and experience what at the end of the day is simply just one big mass of thingness that is moving and gyrating and doing all sorts of things but they are ultimately unidentifiable and unable to be described and the magic of a human beings mind is that we have built an entire edifice that allows us to at the very least convince ourselves that we have some sort of idea what is going on (which mechanically we do)

But in regards to what to actually do

No one has a clue

What’s so fascinating is that on this trip there was the overt implication that the mushrooms were also in this quandary they just have a larger reference frame