The last time I took mushrooms, I was left with the undeniable impression that everything is inherently beautiful, even tragedy. Maybe ESPECIALLY tragedy. The quality of the experience of living life is almost entirely a matter of interpretation. It is a flash of color and sound that we make up a story to explain. But the story is not the reality, it is the flash of color and sound, and that is always the same. It is now, it is here, and it is experienced. There is genuine beauty in seeing this clearly.
Sorry of that wasn't clear. It's hard to put that mushroom wisdom into words that make sense alot of the time.
The Rev