He is so high on his horse he is a joke about ascension crystal meth in the diffuser helps his tapestry intention. The eight fold path has a sexy part, masculinity makes detachment an art, it’s not about giving up on the senses but about giving up on being smart. Between clouds of a 6th density’s the young nirvana user takes solace in Siddhartha who he’s sure was a dab abuser. Going high to the religion, unbound chariot as the god head, as he tries the dope’s effects on he’s reminded how to feel dead inside. The one real noble truth is the body’s need for some sensation wearing clothes from different places showing all his past locations. He transcends the normal thought that’s shared on webs by all the sheeple. He’s going to Nepal to be back around “his” people. Stuck in samsara in the spot between mind looking for nothing when theres something to find. Reborn as a snake that eats the good creatures remembering pleasure erasing the teacher, better off alone in a thick shield of people than deeply unbound in the love of the evil claimed by nirvana whichever path he goes, infinite pain in his time with the ego and mind.