I am in a mountainous world, where upon the beautiful slopes of the Himalayas, lions that can fly with their wings can be found. Whales, fish, and seals make their nests there. The lions make their lairs on the summit of the mountain. Proud and satisfied elephants are there, trumpeting like clouds. The roam around in that extensive place, surrounded by water everywhere. The summit is golden, with colorful trees, and seems to touch the sky.

As my skin glows blue with God-Realization, the call of the crazy elephants awakens me and I realize I was just listening to the start of Prométhée, le Poème du feu. I, a poor soul yet trapped in the illusion of "dualism", venerate Brahman for creating such beauty and allowing the unenlightened to experience it!

https://youtu.be/rHsM988bzuM

Scriabin's late piano works sound like someone trying to orgasm while astral projecting into a glass palace full of snakes