"And there is a sound like the crumpling of a plastic bread wrapper or the crackling of flame. A friend of mine says this is the radio entelechy of your soul exiting through the anterior fontanelle at the top of your head. Could be! In any case, this crackling sound and a tone, a tone, a nnnnnnnnnnnnnneeeeeeeeeee! And then there’s this impression of transition. And you’re now twenty seconds deep into this experience. There’s an impression of transition. It’s as though there were a series of tunnels or chambers that you are tumbling down, being propelled by some kind of muscle behind you that is pushing you. I mean, yes, birth canal. Yes, yes, of course. But anyway, a tunnel. And what I’ve noticed about this tunnel is: the walls and ceiling flux and come down to meet each other. And where they touch, they pull apart with a shhhhllllllluuuuuushhhh. And then you’re propelled into the next space, and then the next, and then the next. And there is this shhhllllll-pop."