The seam through the center of things

A tear-soaked confession opens with a Bible verse and spirals into a story of addiction, mysticism, and recovery: the author says finishing a book “fixed something” inside, then rewinds to a nitrous oxide (aka laughing gas) binge that “turned off” the inner narrator and tuned in a signal they call God. That’s where the comments took off. One camp shouted “drivel” and questioned if the piece was AI (“clanker”) filler, with zabzonk leading the charge. Another camp went full skeptic: jibal declared “there are no gods,” arguing these experiences are brain-made narratives, like dreams or trance states. Meanwhile, the lit-nerds showed up with vibes-only praise—selfsimilar name-dropped Philip K. Dick, saying it reads like his late-career religious phase, and magneticnorth said they’ll check out the book. In between, kubb’s “bridge-building” critique hit hard: if the core experience is private, who is this for and why share it? The memes wrote themselves: “laughing gas turned into crying gas,” “from WPT to WTF,” and “Bible verse meets backyard balloons.” It’s a rare internet moment where vulnerability meets philosophy, and the crowd can’t decide if it’s brave, baloney, or a banger.