One time I took acid. I then took a nap as I was coming up, and woke up fully tripping. I decided to play minecraft. I started lighting trees on fire and laughing maniacally. I don't know what it was, but it was just so satisfying to watch the fire consume the forests.

Then I decided, having never beaten minecraft, to kill the ender dragon on creative mode to see what happens. The game gives you this really weird transcendent dialogue between two aliens, talking about how you are evolving or something. Since I was tripping balls, I felt like the game was talking directly to me and I had entered some strange 4th dimension where video games can communicate with you directly. I started to weep tears of joy. It was so profound, I thought I had attained some kind of enlightenment.

By the end of the night, I had found profound metaphors and messages about life in nearly everything. Like, I could've dropped a fork and thought about how overcoming adversity and challenges is an important facet of being human, or some stupid shit like that. For like 6 hours now I've been thinking that every little thing is the most profound thing imaginable, and after a while it just gets fucking annoying. You have to tell yourself to shut the fuck up, because you are annoying yourself with your literary analysis of paint drying. Not everything is that profound.

That is the feeling this excerpt elicits from me. The author is trying to make this sound so deep & philosophical, but he is trying way too hard and as a result I am cringing.