Also, so long as we're talking about Salvia:
Oddly enough, when I got stuck in the Salvia loop, the first things to go were emotion and morality. As soon as I took sustained action, I set about the task of destroying something. Was it mine? No. However, the destruction of said property was far more important than the consequences of destroying it. Granted, it was cheap, but that was more coincidental than anything. A more expensive or important target would've done just fine in a pinch. The first basic concept was destruction to establish continuity and restore my ego.
Once continuity was established, destructive impulses continued. This time so I could prove I existed. The idea there was that I had to make my mark on the world to prove that I could make an impact. The idea was flawed and thus abandoned as there's no real way to tear at the fabric of reality. I'd simply be destroying that world. It would not help me ascertain which world I was in. However, it returned several times, each time knocked down by that same logic. Again, reconstruction of the ego.
The third lapse in morality was slightly more sinister. I looked at only half the equation and resigned myself to unreality. This lead to a dream/nightmare logic where people were reduced to characters. Their percieved worth dropped and their survival depended on exactly how interesting they could be alive. Also, given this logic, I could not be harmed, nor held accountable. This had less to do with reconstruction of the ego, but with complete death of the ego and thus a lack of existence.
Even scarier was the concept of killing myself. This would ideally break the loop. However, it was abandoned when I realized that instead of breaking the loop, it would simply end the trip and restart the loop.
There were three more moral quandries presented, all related. The first is that the concept of vengeance. If Salvia did indeed trap me in a permanant reality loop, which seemed clear at the time, then the person who encourged me to smoke it clearly deserved to die for that. However, if thats what the drug did, then she couldn't know and is therefore innocent. Also, if thats what the drug did, I COULDN'T kill her, only an illusion of her, making it a moot point. However, I knew that if I DID kill her, she would actually die, which meant that the drug didn't do what I thought it did. The flipside of this was the one last spark of humanity left in me at that time. Warning people of the dangers of Salvia was essential. However, if it didn't destroy reality, I didn't need to warn people. If it DID destroy reality, it was far too late. Finally, there was the idea of paying it forward, so to speak. Someone got me, so I could then pass the drug on to others and fuck them up too. Same problem.
Now, all of these options, save warning others away from Salvia, were weighed strictly on the best logical outcomes as opposed to any emotion, or the concept of right and wrong. The lack of the action is due to, for the most part, the conflicting logic of all of the scenarios and the secondary visions produced by the drug. These visions gave me looks into the future at possible outcomes of my actions, meaning that there was no real guess-work involved. Whenever I would come to a solution, the mind would work ahead and construct the most likely scenario. Oddly enough, these are virtually indistunguishable from real actions in the time shortly before and after the immediate affects of Salvia. Regardless, I think that its safe to say that both reconstruction of the ego and death of the ego are engines of physical death and destruction. Only when the sense of self is stabalized can any moral or ethical system apply. A state of flux leads to a complete breakdown of any civilized concepts.
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