My peak? Would I even have one? I hardly had had anything you could call a life. A few ripples. some rises and falls. But that's it. Almost nothing. Nothing born of nothing. I'd loved and been loved, but I had nothing to show. It was a singularly plain, featureless landscape. I felt like I was in a video game. A surrogate Pacman, crunching blindly through a labyrinth of dotted lines. The only certainty was my death.
Over time, it became clear that my invisible friend and the Hawaiian visions were arising out of erratic low blood oxygen levels, company supplied drugs, vitamin and mineral deficiencies, abnormal electromagnetic radiation exposures, very high altitude damage, sleep apnea, bruxism and food intolerance.