Look at your eyes, man... your death

[during their peyote trip in the desert] Jim Morrison:
Close your eyes. We'll see the snake; see the serpent appear. His head is ten feet long and five feet wide. He has one red eye and one green eye. He's seven miles long. Deadly. I see all the history of the world on his scales, all people, all actions. We're all just little pictures on his scales. God, he's big, he's moving, devouring consciousness, digesting power. Monster of energy. It's a monster. We're going to kiss the snake on the tongue. Kiss the serpent. But if it senses fear, it'll eat us instantly. But if we kiss it without fear, it'll take us through the garden, through the gate, to the other side. Ride the snake... until the end of time. John Densmore:
I think I'm fucked up, man. I'm not thinking right. [Jim tilts his head back and laughs lazily] John Densmore:
Look at your eyes, man... your death