Interesting. So your claimed 'experience' was really just a process of reasoning.
Thanks.
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Not sure that is entirely fair. I think Vlad is doing a highlight version of his journey which ends with the experience.
All experience when we try and express it is mediated through a form of reason unless we express through contemporary dance.
Vlad, dressed as a faun, watches a bank of TVS, with Sagan repeating Cosmos, Chaos in a loop. He leaps at the TVS, then hides, making himself as small as possible.
Next a lion, a witch and a wardrobe (note challenge for costume dept) dance round him. The wardrobe puts on a judge's wig and the lion does a pas de trois into a dock. But SUDDENLY the Lion is replaced by the faun. It goes to swear on a large bevelled Bible but, the Bible shouts out 'not KJV but VladV'
From side stage a man wearing a sign saying I'm Augustine, me, appears with a bell but walks off while smoking a joint.
The wardrobe takes off the wig and washes its hands
(on a a screen the disembodied heads of Dennett Dawkins, Hitchens, and Harris can be seen can be seen repeating 'You can't handle the truth)
There is a knock on a door at side of stage. The faun jetes to it, it opens, the faun turns to the audience, shrugs and smiles and throws them a shiny polished turd, and walks through.
Curtain.
(apologies to Vlad if this offends. It isn't meant to and I hope it comes across as not mocking of your experience. Rather just seeking to use that experiment as a piece of generalised idiocy)