Ayahuasca Flashback

The most incomprehensible thing about the world is that it is comprehensible.

- Albert Einstein

The lights of the city reflect in the bright metallic streetcar tracks. People are bustling about. The stop and go lights at the corners flash their neon commands. Automobiles whiz by on their way to the next appointed rendezvous.

Suddenly it all stops as if frozen in the cold night air and another identical but alternate reality appears as if I were witnessing everything for the very first time. It is a reality so transformed and unfamiliar I might as well be gazing into the nucleus of an atom or holding the cosmos in my hand.

Then just as suddenly, the world starts up again hardly having lost a beat. I am left with a sense of wonder that quickly recedes, into the past like a déjà vu. Can I really know what anything is? Or is every moment really just a leap of faith into the abyss of an unfathomable mystery? Where is this “I” that knows how to take a next breath? Who is this “I” that witnesses this  reality? Where will this “I” go when this world ends?