Humans are just piles of jibbly meat, highly derived structures propping up a primordial worm / digestive tract. Our overdeveloped sensory processing node/brain wants something more. In their earliest form, brains would have more basic info to process – dark/light, pain/satiation, things like that. Is the human desire for a transcendant experience a misguided version of some kinda worm drive, wanting to move into the light inside the light?
Sometimes experiences feel like they’re touching on an abstract higher realm, like getting closer to god or transcendance or nirvana, whatever. When I’ve felt this it’s usually from music or film, more rarely from physical experience. It’s kind of like buzzing. Like if your thoughts are all wave forms and they’re peaking. Maybe transcendance is just your mind’s wave form hitting a ceiling, like a mistake in audio editing that causes a loud part of a song to turn into an obnoxious rattle. We don’t like hearing that audio track, but if it had a sense of self, maybe it would feel pretty cool.
Anyway, listening to The Doors veers between wondering why you’re listening to this clownish nonsense and feeling like true magick is about more than just casting spells, maaaan. I put my finger on the veins of the cosmos and find the pulse uncanny, retract. Back to work.