Three dragons fill the path. The floor is cold and warm. The air is a dry wet. When you breath in you exhale. Front is back and back is front. Eggs are dark and white. Your feet feel nothing and are everything. You smell nothing. You smell everything. You see everything. However it is that. You mean everything that you say, as you lie.
Catnip fills every ooze of your being as you become inundated. Time passes like sands in the sun. Light means nothing, you are nothing, you are all.
You snap out of it.