What's Going On? And How do We Know That?

Life is just “a bunch of stuff that happens,” until our squishy skull-studio edits it into gossip-grade stories .
Drugs? Think of them as the DJ’s equalizer sliders for consciousness—pump the bass, mute the squeaks, remix reality on the fly .
Meanwhile we’re sugary frost on a cosmic pebble, hollering Horton-style into the void while evolution keeps hitting copy-paste with the wrong settings—and occasionally invents something cool anyway .