Fifteen years ago, a combination of environmental stress and insomnia triggered a short psychotic episode which transformed the world from a shallow, comprehensible reality into a profound, mysterious and mystical eternity. For a fortnight, every word was a mountain of meaning to be scaled, every object a piece of an arcane universal puzzle, every thought led closer to a comprehensive theory of the world which lay tantalisingly out of reach. All cynicism dropped away and left only wide-eyed wonder at the incredible majesty of this planet - all the horrors in the world, the cruelty, the war, the suffering, had their justifiable place in the tapestry of existence and this understanding was profoundly reassuring. Eventually this was brought to an end by medication. The regret? That it ended.
All cynicism dropped away and left only wide-eyed wonder at the incredible majesty of this planet
beautifully expressed, Complexity. My peak experiences include that feeling. It's sad that when you feel that way all the time, it's called psychosis. Did you ever read The Power of Now? Your episode reminds me of the consciousness underlying that book.