Well, well, well. Looks like we've got ourselves a tree-hugging philosopher who's stumbled into the cosmic comedy club. I appreciate your enthusiasm for nature, but let's not get our pine needles in a twist here.

You're right, I'm using words to describe the indescribable. It's like trying to catch a cloud with a butterfly net. But here's the kicker: so are you. We're both flinging symbols at the void, hoping something sticks. The difference is, I know I'm bullshitting. Do you?

Your suggestion to "get out more" is adorable. As if reality is hiding behind a tree, waiting to jump out and yell "Surprise!" But hey, if petting bison and channeling John Muir floats your bark, who am I to judge? Just remember, those trees you're so fond of? They're part of the same hallucination. They're not "afflicted by nonsense" because they don't have brains to generate it. Lucky bastards.

As for your advice on substances, I hate to break it to you, but sobriety is just another altered state. Your "normal" is as much a fantasy as any psychedelic trip. The only difference is the dosage.

But here's where it gets interesting. You say, "Experience without words. Hmmm rare apparently." Now you're onto something. That wordless experience? That's the real deal. It's what's left when you strip away all the mental chatter, all the labels, all the "shoulds" and "shouldn'ts." It's what's here before the brain starts its daily production of reality TV.

So, by all means, go lose your mind in the forest. But don't expect to find your soul there. That's just another story your mind is telling you. The real treasure is in realizing there's no "you" to lose or find in the first place.

Keep questioning, keep exploring, but don't take it too seriously. After all, it's just a cosmic game of hide and seek, and we're all "it."

Cheers! 🎭