I began to wonder if I was hurting the trees and found myself apologizing. Each tree began to take on personality. I began to wonder if any of them liked me. I became completely absorbed in looking at each tree and began to notice that they were ever so slightly luminescent, shining with a soft inner light that played around the branches. And from out of nowhere came an incredibly wrinkled, iridescent face. Starting as a small point infinitely distant, it rushed forward, becoming infinitely huge. I could see nothing else. My heart had stopped. The moment stretched forever. I tried to make the face go away but it mocked me… I tried to look the face in the eyes and realize I had left all familiar ground -Mark Vonnegut, 1975

The more I read about schizophrenia, the more appealing it sounds, In a this-would-be-a-cool-temporary-trip kind of way