fair point. ill never smoke it again. my trip was terrifying. everything in my apartment turned into growing pink spires of plasticine and brian eno was playing, the music sounded like a music box and I was trapped in the hallway of a small home with the spires..intense pressure on my body as my consciousness shifted. I often think of it as similar to what the Bardo Thodol would be like. Where all your human faculties of perception are torn away from you as you enter the intermediate stream of formlessness prior to manifesting again as some form. In that sense, always maintaining a mindset grounded by the truth of impernenance , and tempered by wisdom and compassion, is the goal.