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There was a party in someone’s house, fairly early on in the proceedings and the bedroom was well populated with people, “experienced”, in certain conditions.

There was a chubby guy, in his mid-30’s, flopped across the bed leaning on one arm and with the other, held a bottle – but before he raised it to his lips, he looked up and said: “Everything’s text”.

By this I understood that sensory experience is a certain realm of consciousness and from one point of view, all experience is the same. This implies other levels and states where everything is not text.
Such is the Journey.