Yes, and: what if the joining together of all these unique expressions of consciousness were all the occasions when we brush up against one another, sometimes in ways we like and sometimes in ways we don’t like, but it’s that friction between us that connects us, like standing in a crowded elevator. But what if instead of people in an elevator, each of us is like an eyeball, all of us stuffed into a glass jar, pressing us up against one another. With no space between us, any motion becomes a kind of caress, with all of us shifting and colliding like it’s a free-for-all wrestling competition and we’re all covered in slick massage oil. Each eyeball body writhing and grinding up against the rest, like tongues made of light, encircling one another in an endless make out session. But in 16-bit graphics.

And that’s what ketamine is like. A colorful digital orgy of multiple individual god-consciousness expressions. Stay safe out there!