On one July 4 years ago I walked alone to a beach on Cape Cod, in Massachusetts. I lied down on the sand and put a hat over my face. I listened to the waves.
The beach was busy - I could also hear the ambient sound of many people chattering in different languages. So many languages. It was profound to me that those people came from so far around the world to that place, bringing with them an unimaginable depth of experiences and cultural diversity. Seeking the best for their families. Who did they leave behind? It was emotionally overwhelming. I cried.
After a while of focusing on sounds I started to focus on touch - the individual grains of sand against my fingers, the mass of sand below me. The wind on my exposed skin. The radiant warmth of summer.
As I focused on the feeling of touch, a remarkable thing happened. I felt the boundary between me and the universe start to dissolve. With each crash of the waves, the dotted line between me and the universe receded bit by bit.
Eventually I felt I was no longer separate from the sand, the waves, the air, the people. I was all of those things and I was nothing. I was a clump of cells on a rock.
Then I stood up and walked away, utterly at peace. My life was changed forever. Thanks, LSD.