AN ODE TO RAINBOW SKITTLES

Kontemplation

My friend Maria was high and talking philosophy to a tree in an Amsterdam park. She made a friend that day. How about my experience with drugs? I ate two cookies laced with weeds once... unknowingly. That's what you get for eating dessert before the main courses. Attending a liberal college, I also found a bag of weeds lying tauntingly in the hallways a while ago. Somebody lost their joint!

Boys and girls, I don't smoke. Well, I do, sometimes, depends on your definition of "smoking" and what is being smoked. Real smokers swallow, let it soak in, and drift it off their nostrils. I just blow it off, though. That still counts, right?

In the 1950s, LSD had acquired immense popularity ever since its discovery in the 1930s by a Swiss scientist. Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds, everybody, and she was sure to be so damn high like the Empire State Building. Watching the drugs being tested on the average people surprisingly yields such memorable philosophical viewpoint about life.

For instance, consider the psychedelic description given by a 1950s housewife high on LSD. The black and white footage is the direct opposite of such colorful vision the woman experienced.



"Can you feel it? Everything is so beautiful and lovely and alive... This is reality, is it? I wish I could talk in Technicolor...If you can't see it, then you'll just never know it. I feel sorry for you."

Well, good for you, Mrs. Housewife Somebody, only if I could strip off the gray stripes from my life... I guess the stage of being colorful doesn't exist if you don't experience monochrome - the black and white, and other various shades of gray. Aren't they all colors to you?

Let's direct our attention to another recorded LSD tripping footage. Appeared excited and dazed simultaneously, the girl in the clip below uttered: "I haven't seen color. I live in a monochromatic world."



To you who see life without colors, the rainbow is there, just behind those gray clouds, be patient enough and you'll see it. It gets better, trust me.

My underlying grayness will add some certain degrees of richness and saturation to the colorful me.

You won't appreciate happiness if you don't know what it feels to be in misery.

The core of human's sufferings and miseries lies in their attachment. What is my attachment? My mind is not quite clear right now. Maybe you, stranger, know better than I do. For now I am seeing through a glass, darkly.

I want to be colorful and I shall be.