CDG wrote:I give you credit for structuring an argument that is difficult to dislodge.
I will say that I would much rather never have my mind "expanded" in that way.
Having lost several friends to drug addiction, I susepect what you say about expanding the mind to be crap, but since I con't prove it having never tried mushrooms, I don't really have much of a case now do I?
I will argue against what you say of mushrooms not being dangerous in the only way that I think anyone can: That often times these kinds of drugs, like mushrooms, extasy, marijuana, and even alcohol and nicotine to a somewhat lesser extent are often gateway drugs, that lead down the path of bigger highs and worse addictions that are difficult to break, and often lead to problems ranging from medical expenses to rising crime rates.
They could, in certain people, act as a gateway, but in the case of mushrooms, tolerance builds fast. If you take them too often, they simply won't work. They also don't make you "high" - the experience is better described as "sideways". For most people, the experience is too intense to want to do it often.
On the other hand having this tremendously expanded mind or not seems to me to be inconsequential over the course of a lifetime.
I would ask this of lisp: Presuming temporarily that you have experimented with psychoactive drugs at some point in time, where has this experience(s) come into play in your daily life?
On the contrary, my experimentation has utterly changed my existence, and make guns, politics, religion, life, the universe, and everything seem utterly irrelevant and pointless.
Disclaimer: for my first trip I took what would normally be considered strong dose. However, I later discovered I'm about ten times more sensitive than most people.
As such, after a little bit of giggling and watching the pretty colours, time, space and probability broke down. I didn't see god - I was
god. I was every speck of matter and energy at all times and space, in every possible configuration, the infinite a mere mote in my eye. All emotion and memory stripped away. Reality a simple delusion of my fevered imagining. The idea of human beings, hate, religion seeming a cruel, cruel joke.
I never quite came back down again. I can't see black any more - I see an infinitely recursive play of colour, just on the edge of perception. It's as though my being was shattered into a billion pieces that are now simply a loosely cohesive cloud of being. I can only live from day to day by pretending my life is real and playing along with it.
I don't wish to be a smart ass, or so arrogant as to step on the beliefs of others, but I don't see the argument for allowing illegal drugs as being a good one.
It probably wasn't a good thing. Occasionally I regret it. But it was my decision, and I have to live with the consequences of my actions. Note that mushrooms were technically legal in the UK when I did this. I actually agree that certain drugs should be controlled, but that doesn't mean neccessarily making them illegal. It's interesting to note that before the USA threw it's weight around, drugs were commonly treated as an illness, rather than a crime. This was actually far
more effective - in this regard, the War On Drugs has caused far more damage than it's prevented.
Perhaps though lisp, you may have something in that most gun owners don't have the right mindset for experimentation with mushrooms. Many of "us" if you will allow me to assign group membership, have a more rugged self-reliant outlook on things. Prepare for the worst all the time. Never let your guard down. *shrug* Doesn't make either groupe right or wrong. More a matter of perspective I suppose.
It's not that your self reliance makes you too good to take drugs. It's that your self reliance will prevent you from relaxing into the trip, and will therefore pretty much ensure you endure 8 hours of pure hell you can't wake up from that makes your worst nightmare seem like a walk in the park. A bad trip isn't just a bit scary - it can drive you absolutely insane.[/i]