Some insights from my last acid trip: When you look at life through a macroscopic lens, we are all pretty insignificant. In the timeline of evolutionary history, we are but a blip-in-the-radar, even as a collective species. We THINK our consciences are separate, but we’re really just observing the same shit from a different perspective. If we are all part of the Jungian ‘collective consciousness’, everything means nothing yet everything at the same time. We have to view life ‘zoomed-in’ and to feel that our roles in the broader systems are important, and struggle (i.e. war, death, famine, disease, etc.) are paradoxically-necessary in order to for their counterparts to have meaning. With the aid of drugs, boundaries start to blur, and I can feel where I end and you begin. Things just are. Just as every ant makes a unique contribution to his colony, which we tend to trivialize, we are just cogs in the machine. Drugs help you see the bigger picture, however, and to blend in with your surroundings. Why then, do we outlaw substances that help us get in-touch with our common humanity and roles within the ecosystem and universe?