My ventures into substance, be they pharmacological or pharmacopathic, have me; And I, ever-curious as to their nature, sought counsel in psychoactives as if they were an extension of myself, being.
Were they, those instances, representative of a coupling that bears upon my cognitive system, or was I engaging in pathetic fallacy on an altered scale.
What's that intuition some of us have come across in our travels, that each mode of hallucination shines a new light on abiogenesis, and on the end
of life itself; allows us to sit with it
and ease into those concepts, where self is among it's reflection, we muse on being, content with the universe.