Taking sharp precise steps, steeling those once quivering nerves, he slowly pulls his shoulders back causing his chest to rise thereby increasing the capacity of his lungs, readying himself for what awaits. Pondering on the patience, humility , and temperament of that which can be felt just beyond a beautifully crafted door with a shiny and ornate doorknob that seems to have taken on a heart beat, pulsing in time with his own, slowly increasing and soon slowing slightly after having become aware of it. *shifting perspective to his past* (the dojo in which he spent so many hours, too many to count. The matted floor that was lined with pieces of bamboo perfectly inlaid to ensure its integrity, the ambiance of power could be felt from all gour walls surrounding him, the light waft of sweat and blood that has been offered in this place in hopes that one can instill, imbue, and impart growth, strength, endurance, and onfidence, with the abilities that come with repetition, focus, form, and consistency. *fades back to hallway* fractions of a second having passed as the inner eye and hypotheticals do not adhere to the same limitations aa time does, inner experience can be 100 hours and be felt in a single moment: the inner mind is very much a hyperbolic timespace that can be slowed, sped up, or experienfed instantaneously

Feeling the fabric of his pants slightly snapping forward with each step, being recalled to its posirion as he pushes himself forward with a stride that has taken on a form that seems impossible transforming into the very attributes of strength, power, determination, and conviction. Feeling this transformation becoming a bit fueled by ego and overconfidence, he reels himself back in to a mind that can properly function, can make use of logic & reasoning alongside these hightened senses, blood being pumped through the extremities that swing as a pendulum being watched, a slight flush in the face, eyes dialated, slightly flared nostrils, slightly deeper breath that is unconscioualy being monitored in through the nose, held for most of a second, only to be followed by the steady exhale that eacapes pursed lips. Ever so slightly shifting his hand to the left, being pulled forward automatically from the repeated pumping arms as he strided down this path, hallway, route, tunnel, direction, the beginning and ending of the cinematic experience that we call life (imagine one were the main character and protagonist in “The Truman Show”) Gently twisting his wrist to feel if this door would bring hesitation, feeling it begin to turn, ensuring he kept this same speed and power as he began, subconscioualy knowing that the limitations of reality might not exist in this instance.

Pushing the door open it has taken on larger dimensioks, multiplying by 150% in size, an ant hill turned mountain, increasing the presence in which flowed over, washing past him bringing about familiarity outside of comprehension, there’s no set limitations, taking on a landscape of surrealism that bends the mind in ways that The One coupdnt bend in his finest hour. Chains snapping above, falling down into the ground to never be seen afain, limitarions, bareiers, and all things rhat have cole to be life aa it shall be, taking on am emtiee experiemce be brand new (lsd with a potential for swiping the fabric of reality, bad trip round everycorner) These fhaijs release all physically bound sensarions, the man is reset to an awareness that surpasses all mortal standards, everything is in constant flux, slipping away into continuity to exist within that time space, breaking the laws of physics, shattering concepts, ideals, understanding, and etc- it is always new, never repeating itself, never holding any type of familiarity, taking this left turn, thereby conjuring a hedgehog atop a stack of milk crates….pausing with confusion resorting to trying out flight controls, realizing one must accept wharever may occur, even a repeated word, effort, bodily movement, sight, hearing, and all functions have been jumbled up randomly, no way of knowing what he might experience, the ego being stripped of all, removing selfish behavior that stems from the hardwired desire to live, survive, and push forward as all living organisms are, countless years of evolutionaey presence - taking hold, no longer having a firsr person seat, conscious observation slipping into a seat that is broadcasting the actions thar are taken. Perplexed this…whatever it might be really lnows what it’s doing. Removing self from presence he patiently observes in hopes of knowing who might have taken the helm.

Slipping into darkness, all sound being supressed, all sensations silenced, he finds himself sitting up in bed, sweating profusely while recalling the jarring experience, slightly lowering his head, shaking it back and forth with a bit of a laugh, realizing that the microbiome were driving, scratching his head he realizes that 60+% of his DNA isn’t human.