[having a bad trip]

I got lost.

Let’s go back to the group.

Christian. Nothing means anything.

What?

Nothing means anything! We’re just alone. [tearing up] And I felt this presence – like God but not God – and it was telling me this and it was laughing at me.

You heard laughing?

I felt it laughing! I figured it out, that nothing means anything and we’re born alone and we die alone, and it was getting pleasure from that.

Okay: no. We’re going back to the friends. You’re having a bad trip, and you’re thinking you’re alone because you went off and you made yourself alone. You just got scared. You have me. Everything’s connected. We’re all one. Those are the good things you’re supposed to think about when you trip. We’re all unified. ****.