Fractals

It is often reported that the visuals on hallucinogens are intense: the world around them splits and shatters into light fractals like a Windows Media visualiser. More interesting I think is the way hallucinogens implode a person's personality (the ego-death) and how my personality was just a combination of different vividly coloured trait fractals.

Ego-death is often attributed to short-term memory loss, it essentially makes people forget who they are. The sobering up process is also often described as reincarnation (but really probably recalling one's own personality again). I don't know about everyone else, but I often feel like my personality is fluid, changing depending on the environment around me. I cease to exist within a vacuum for I only am me when surrounded by the pillars of my life.

So in such a high moment I can see myself taking portions of my friends that I value the most: youthful excitement, loyal dedication, commanding leadership, rebellious intensity and systematic curiosity. I would subconsciously combine what I deemed the best parts of these people and produce myself: becoming a jack of all trades, master of none.

We would perish if we were utterly alone as humans are such social creatures, and Conway's Game of Life really symbolises this point to the base mathematical and systemic minimum.

Still recovering from Splendour so bye.