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The 80s -the height of postmodern capitalism, and the impetus for hypercapitalism- conventionalized the concept of drugs merely being a retiring escapism, not a channel for spiritual growth and enlightenment. This misconstruction substantiated by the introduction of Cocaine into the mainstream drug sphere. If weed was the delicate naivete of the 60s, then Coke encapsulates the postmodern capitalist mentality and the subsequent segue into hypercapitalism. Of the primary drugs, it is the most existentially debilitating. You attempt to own Time on coke, perversing the concept of Space in the process. You become fiendish for more, abusive. Cocaine as vampiric as the economic system mirroring it. You speed through Time, but go nowhere, gain and learn nothing.

This abuse is problematic because in our lust we begin equating people to objects, objectifying rather than searching for the potentially transcendent. We render ourselves inanimate. A has a cigarette. B is fiending for a cigarette. B knows A has a cigarette, and wants to see him to get a cigarette. Thus, A becomes a cigarette. The person is no longer real, becoming a means to an endless end. We have them around or get close only for what they have. Addiction is the lowest form, lower than temptation. Completely hollow. I'm uncertain it's even manifested from a true human emotion. Even temptation and desire have passion compelling it.

Everything is necessary to the journey. Every drug, if derived from the Earth, serves a greater purpose. Why would it grow from the Earth, our Mother, if not? Marijuana initiated and enabled the process of existentialization. That said, I believe Marijuana has already played its part in our journey, and that it's now an inhibiting indulgence. Coke, which chemicalized Earth's intention, revealed to us how easily the absolute perversion of our existence can come.

So what is the drug of New Sincerity, of the Age of Humanity? Simple, the sober mind. But, we are not quite there yet, still fragilely in transition. And the enabling drug of this transition is shrooms. I don't mean this in the cheap, exploitative, and deintellectualized act of "trippin out" or "seeing crazy shit" or having reckless fun, or abusing it. If used with purpose, shrooms obliterate this constructed perversion of Time that ensnares us, humbling and liberating us with a beautifully ephemeral recollection of Space. Mushrooms are a part of the Earth not to habitually use, but to be there as a reminder - to remind us of magic, that the trees have a language, that the colors of fire are more vivid than TV screens, and that we all yearn to be friends.