So a few months ago I did shrooms for the second time and took too many and started tripping so many balls my friends had to call the hospital because they couldn't calm me down. I ended up getting taken to the hospital in an ambulance, and it was the craziest ride of my life. Believe me, coming out of a shroom trip on a hospital bed has got to be one of the most fucked up feelings a person can experience.
So anyway, ever since the trip I've found it almost impossible to not think about the universe as a whole and why we are here, or why it is here. What is the point of existence? It seems to me that we are all physical beings that have a certain amount of time to exist, and all we are doing is filling that time by doing... things. There's no large mission or major task that needs to be accomplished. Even if there was something beyond us, some major truth we're supposed to discover, what could it actually be?
In order to keep myself sane, I've decided that life is simply a playground. We're here to be here so that there isn't nothing. I was just wondering what your theories are or if any of you feel any real sense of purpose.