My man.
I've been there too. I saw the singularity and touched god... and I'm a goddamn atheist. Coming back from that experience changed me. The memories were fleeting. I couldn't remember the specifics after I returned to baseline. All the knowledge that I was given dissipated... but the overwhelming sense of calm persisted.
If I'm gonna die, it'd be a good way to go out.
Good. Admitting you have a problem is the first step to recovery.
You don't HAVE to be bigoted trash. It IS possible to learn empathy for your fellow man, to understand that a person's sexuality does not make them more or less of a person. It IS possible to change your ways. It IS possible to make the changes within yourself... the changes that you need to make in order to prevent a sad future where your own children disown you for being a shitheel goon. It is possible to be, you know... a good person.
But I also get the feeling that you are too obsessed with the smell of your own farts to have any real understanding of how dumb you sound. Who cares if no one else wants to smell your wafting shit odor? You're perfectly happy simmering in your own idiot stink.
It's not too late. You don't have to be on the wrong side of history.
That's actually a great movie, and it's probably one of my most watched DVDs.
It's some of the best early mo-cap cgi in cinema history. Photorealistic without diving into the uncanny valley.
And storyline is very engaging. It hits poignant notes about pacifism, environmentalism and reincarnation without coming off as preachy or condescending.
K and nitrous... that's mothers love.