An experience by faithful-bear
The world was built from hundreds of thousands of moebius strips entangled together, moving, they were small roads on which small identical little featureless people were running. Steadily, monotonously, endlessly. I realized I was on such a road too, I was one of those little green people.
This is incredibly beautiful.
First, because I also see manifolds when I trip 😁 — I know how awe-inspiring they can be. It's wild how effortlessly (and sometimes involuntarily) the mind visualizes these complex shapes under psychedelics. Trying to imagine them sober feels like pushing through fog in comparison.
Second, because the metaphor hits hard. We really do live in a world where each person runs along their own strange little loop — and the Möbius strip makes that feel so poetic. A path that loops infinitely, yet flips orientation with every rotation… it’s like we’re always moving, yet subtly changing sides without even noticing.
Do you feel like that in real life too — caught in a loop, subtly transformed, endlessly in motion?
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