This was a whole lot more fun back in the 60s with Timothy Leary.
Yeah, when everyone thought they were alone in their own minds. And that the universe was pure love and everything.
Now people are chopping off their own penises and freaking out over the voices in their heads.
You just can’t have a wonderful trip anymore.
Or even back in the 80s with Terence Mckenna's quasi-intellectual riffing and rambling about all the cosmic stuff "the mushroom" told him and being visited by jeweled self-dribbling basketball elf machines.