Sorry for the long delay, but I'll get to where I was leading to.
I had taken shrooms a couple months past and walking down town with a couple friends I had use to known. They themselves hadn't taken any, so I recruited them as a kind of 'babysitter' to be sure that I wouldn't find myself doing anything overly stupid. Concerning the trip, it was strange, my vision hadn't been altered in anyway as it was primarily the way I was feeling and thinking (a duh concerning drugs) but none the less I had been getting the feeling I had once gotten on a prior 'trip' with shrooms. The only way to explain the feeling was an overwhelming connection to everyone, and for whatever reason I felt that I could feel these threads linking us all to one another, plus I had been filled with the spirit of the shroom (psychonaut humor) and felt that I could easily hold conversation with everyone on any topic. As if social barriers weren't high enough to hinder social progression and general understanding.
Back to the present recent trip, I had been walking down town, through vegetated alley ways and looking at the buildings. Walking past a lot with a tree, we took turns climbing it, and as I dismounted I held my right arm around the branch and jumped off, scraping off a layer of skin. It wasn't immediately known or felt, but on the trek back to the car where we had parked by the water, I couldn't help but stare at my hand and arm where the wound had been. Thinking about the fragibility (is that a word even) of human life, and marvelling at how our primate cousins do this for a life time.
Anyhow, I'm not sure if there's much substance, but what I'm getting at with this thread is have anyone else come to some conclusion or insight from taking anything that uncle sam wouldn't want you taking? After my two trips, I feel there's more to ORGANIC than man made ones, as there's something to them if you can get by in life and have in mind the fact that some native societies take these for vision quests, insight, wisdom, and all that sage jazz.