...doesn't exist.
For any valid argument there's always an equally valid counter-argument.
In my neurosis in bringing myself to do psychedelics, I keep grasping for an inarguable motive, reason, and justification for my use (as if I am
required to justify it to anyone but myself), one that withstands absolute scrutiny... isn't that cute.
My own positioning in certain conceptual affairs sometimes makes me too effective at developing counter-arguments against myself.
I have a long list if purposes and intents and foci and goals with respect to psychedelics. On one hand, I find them [intents, foci, goals] wholesome, thoughtful, directed, incisive, fulfilling, potentially enlightening, and true to me. But I always wonder, "am I deluding myself?"
I'm a silly goose.
Trust myself. Lighten up. Ensnare my neuroses. Seek inner validation.
If this is you, with an open heart, I encourage the same: trust yourself. Lighten up, Ensnare your obstacles. Seek inner validation.
One love
What if the "truth" is: the "truth" is indescernible/unknowable/nonexistent? Then the closest we get is through being true to and with ourselves.
Know thyself, nothing in excess, certainty brings insanity- Delphic Maxims
DMT always has something new to show you
Question everything... including questioning everything... There's so much I could be wrong about and have no idea...
All posts and supposed experiences are from an imaginary interdimensional being. This being has the proclivity and compulsion for delving in depths it shouldn't. Posts should be taken with a grain of salt. 👽