I meditated on a few grams of mushrooms for about 6-8 hours, moving only once to urinate while outdoors on a camping trip. It was the most profound experience of my life for I was able to experience a pure sense of consciousness not bound by thoughts, emotions or sensations, though I was acutely aware that these informational inputs were there and that they could be focused on and a judgement could be placed on them. I realized much of what we believe to exist only exists because of arbitrary judgements (hot/cold, good/evil, perceiving time as linear, etc.) and once these judgements are removed, what is left is pure bliss and contentment (categorically different and infinitely superior to euphoria, though an underlying euphoria was constant throughout). I had a deep sense of understanding that there was no difference in substance between myself and the very rock I lied upon or the insects that occasionally landed on me, only a difference in pattern arrangement. The 'arbitrary' judgements seemed to be a part of the system of natural forces that drive and maintain certain pattern arrangements (such as a human body). This realization seemed to enable my consciousness to float freely, away from this body, allowing the blissful contentment to go completely uninhibited by the informational inputs of the body, but as my consciousness became more distant it came back to the body and I spent much time between these two states.

I felt enormous compassion for others since I truly didn't desire anything for myself. I remember thinking "this is how Buddha must have felt", which led to some contemplation on how one in such a state could be compelled to action.

I remember envisioning humanity hypothetically progressing to having complete mastery of the physical universe, rearranging all of its atoms for unsurmountable calculating powers to investigate the universe through the scientific method in an attempt to understand the true nature of things and I remember concluded that such an endeavour would simply fall short because such inquiry seems to be inadequate by design to reach the ultimate, fundamental truth(s) (i.e. finding the 'first' cause will always lead to the question of how the essence of that cause and its conditions were set in motion). And since our investigation into the world through the scientific method is futile in reaching ultimate answers and since it does not have the capacity to substitute actual experience, it begs the question: To what end do we think we are progressing 'in time'? I further concluded that the universe just is, and it along with its mysterious nature are simply to be experienced (perhaps ideally with others in awe and wonder, enjoyment and laughter or with contemplation and the resulting fundamental bliss that occupies contentment).

never gets past the interdependence of things and it seems to be inadequate to reach an ultimate, fundamental level of some kind (i.e. finding the first 'cause').