Sometimes I'm not sure if I have fully understood the benefits of psychedelics drugs.
I believe in its beauty so deeply that I feel disconnected when I'm back on the plane of reality.
I feel like I don't belong.
I feel like I want to travel through fractals and spirals forever. To live in the land of forever, forever.

What if the God I felt was just a state of mind?
Who then, really, created nature and its laws, which led to evolution?

There must be a creator, but who created the creator?
Will there ever be an end to these questions?