I had a revelation about this the other day.
Existence is infinite, there are infinite dimensions of perception, and infinite ways to measure each dimension. Our own perception is limited to 4 dimensions however, height, width, depth, and time. The other dimensions are all conceptual, each higher dimension may be folded by a dimension above it. This goes on forever.
I also realized that, or rather postulated that, dimensions of perception were fairly irrelevant, as consciousness exists outside of them. This raised further questions to me about the nature of being, thought, and apparent physical laws that seem to transcend our own perception of space-time. Space-time, and all dimensions of perception and travel, are some kind of fabric/liquid, that matter is suspended in.
All matter exists in
every possible part of this liquid at all times. Effectively, the entire universe is in super-position, like the electrons of an atom. The universe only collapses into possibilities once consciousness tries to observe it.
This kind of thing I figured could go on and on forever, rendering endless thought experiments about self, fate, and determinism. In the end of my psychonautical perambulation, I deified us all, and declared love the only reason to ever bother doing anything at all, mostly just because it felt nice.
Bill Hicks was totally correct, I have thus reasoned.