In my hallucination, I saw my beloved's flower garden. In my vertigo, in my dizziness. In my drunken haze. Whirling and dancing like a spinning wheel. I saw myself as the source of existence, I was there in the beginning. And I was the spirit of love.

In the evidence of its brilliance. In the demonstration of this evidence, some have called it religion. This is not a coincidence. Would you like to try?