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You can live and die quite easily on drugs, because any justification you would require for doing either is provided to you instantly.
I'm not putting down drugs, but I am saying that they are a form of cheating life.
Life says that you must strive for happiness; drugs say that the world you're in is already happy, so why bother striving?
Drugs enable one to see into that deepness that doesn't require your being alive in order to exist.
The reality that drugs let you see doesn't know or care who or what you are.
You step aside and laugh at everything the sober mind thought of as being sacred, right down to the earliest childhood memories.
Heaven sprawls itself out before your feet; the golden path has made itself just for you.
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