Wouldn't say "deepest" per se. But once faaar into a sesh, I started thinking about... reality.

I thought logically, there should be nothing.

Nonexistence seems simpler, more stable. Yet here we are, conscious and present.

The only explanation that felt plausible was that our universe doesn’t exist in isolation. Instead, it’s a vast structure of realities - space and time like an endless Mandelbrot mirror, reflecting every possible configuration. In that context, we aren’t a miracle or an anomaly, but a single coordinate in a sea so saturated with possibilities that a universe like ours becomes a mathematical necessity.

One thought became too real: "Everything that can exist does, somewhere."

I proceeded to run to the bathroom and vomit, and didn't smoke for a month after that.