The doors of perception

I've been thinking about that shit, promoted only by Hollywood, the big New Agers movements and people who ensure having the power in contact with the cosmos, about the end of the world in a few days. Honestly, although I think this answer is arrogant and egocentric that you can give to the question "What do you think it's gonna happen that day?", I think nothing's gonna happen. I'm sorry, I do not believe it. No matter how much I love and praise mysticism and that I repeat them all, I don't feel the power of the universe (as I was supposed to feel a couple days ago, with the mythical 12/12/12), like a premonition, telling me that this is the end. However, there's a big difference between what I believe will happen (the right word is "feel") and what I want that happen. What I want is that in that moment we suddenly die. It would be a beautiful show to see from heaven: millions of souls flying like ghosts of smoke to heaven or hell at the same time from the whole world, like a symphony of broken dreams that we'll understand only after crossing the doors of perception: a room colored with lysergic acid with smell of candles and mescaline. That is, to me, what we'll find after the doors of perception: the world of immensity full of stamps of the cosmos and the universe, that settle there like living posters with mushroom prints.