#492

You know those moments in life that make you stop; the moments we hardly ever catch while they are happening: the moments that, when we look back upon them, have meaning. I was browsing through websites in an attempt to find more information for a paper I'm writing when I noticed a web-based chat room at the bottom of the page. It had only the word "Om" typed in again and again ("Om" is the transliteration of the word/sound that is used/produced during Hindu meditation). His name is #492, that is all I will ever know to call him.

He was on an LSD trip - I'm surprised he was able to type at all. We shared thoughts on the unity of all things. We spoke of the isolation of individuals and how it stands in stark contrast to that unity. We dreamt together of a world without alienation.

He called me his brother, I called him my friend.
He called me a being of light, but... he was on an hallucinogen.