I once sat among indigenous people in a small village in Costa Rica and partook in an ayahuasca ceremony. With my mind's eye wide open, my spirit traveled across fifty billion different realities. I saw everyone in all possible permutations of their lives. I saw the universe as a living, breathing organism where we are all connected. I saw every possibility that we could be, full potential, wasted potential, and I felt what every living thing felt, like an interconnected whole, the unity of all things burning through my very essence like an unstoppable chemical reaction, bathed in the bliss of true awakening. And in every single one of those realities, it was always true that you were a fucking loser.