I ingested a psychedelic substance yesterday. When I was younger I believed that these experiences were a journey through the gateway of the soul, and that they were spiritually significant and enlightening. Having found spirituality in sobriety, I now realize that the experience of drugs was completely physical and held no great truth to be found within myself through the paths they open. Truth is omnipresent, and being a thinking, living spirit is the greatest high. It seems I just had to leave my mind for a while to truly appreciate the grand majesty it holds by virtue of its very existence.