Apply directly to the head, the bottle instructed. It will cure what ails you.
But, when Henry put it upon his head, he was struck not by a physical sensation, but a mental one. He was quickly, but not jarringly, taken from his mortal mental state. It punctured his perception of reality, easily melting his thoughts into a slurry of blissful thought patterns unperturbed by the finalities and the ceaseless march of time.
He achieved a nirvanic state, easily untethering himself from concerns of money, of fame, of consumption, and survival.
He saw the whole of God’s kingdom and lost track of his physical body in the process. Normality was so beneath his new way of seeing that it was laughable to consider it even in passing.
They found him dead of starvation a week later.