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See, I don't know, I just differ, you know.
Like, remember those summer trips you take with your folks, growin' up? Remember those nightmare fuckin' excursions? You know? Yeah.
Instead of doin' that, why don't families... take mushrooms?
Stay home and trip together.
It'd be a much better trip!
The home movies would be tons more fun!
Just 20 minutes of someone's thumb...
[imitates whirring film projector]
\'You see, son, the thumb is opposable. That's why we can use tools and live indoors.\'
[whirring projector]
\'Speaking of indoors, you get the impression the walls are breathing?\'
\'I do, mom.\'
[whirring projector]
\'It's like we're all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively!\'
[whirring projector]
\'There is no such thing as death, son. It's only an illusion that we are separate beings. In actuality, we are all one con--\'
[whirring projector]
\'God is love, and love is all there is. And if that's all there is, there can be no opposite!\'
\'Cool, Dad!\'
[whirring projector]
I think that'd be such a neat trip, by the way, with your parents. I think it might be more of an eye-opener. Perhaps a THIRD-eye opener. [chuckles]