This mischievous muse, she saunters towards
Holding aloft a cup overfloweth
It spills unto me,My being transformed
Then I do see of dreams foretold
Of mentors and saints
Of fathers unchained
Only now do I witness their words come to fire.
Oh I see your fields of yellow
Oh I see your hollowed halls
Oh I do see emerald and crimson
Spiraling down,
Pirouette or parody
Their eyes are mine
yet It is their fingers that tap on the keys and grasp for the sable.
Only it is me, who pens this fable.
To those who would teach sobriety.
To assume that the only truth or true consciousness can come from abstaining totally from altered states is an understandable mistake.
This assumption does not consider the fact that a human can never have complete sobriety. That is to say any kind of consistent stable state.
Our sanity is a very precise solution and is never maintained, thus holding onto a thing which is so illusive, seems futile.
This practice also negates the possible heightened experiences achieved through manipulating our consciousness.
It is a false idea that prolonged sobriety will allow you to obtain some kind of ‘super solid’ sense of reality. It may be true that practices such as meditation and exercise may bring upon clarity.Yet rather than being the vapor of abstinence they themselves bring a altered state just as with drugs.
So rather than restricting these altered states completely, a practice of balance should be desired.
"When a mother lets her child get away with murder, we call it unethical.
When a society does the same, we call it democracy."
