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| Ours is an intoxicated time. -The speed of change and its possibilities, the sensory impact of modern culture, the legal and illegal drugs. Intoxication is obverse to the surface of modern day to day life. Everywhere, from high streets and leisure centres to children's television and advertising, the powerful drug charged beats of dance music thump out and flashing lights illuminate psychedelic imagery. Stuff that was conceived in class A fuelled minds and made real on class A drenched dance floors has become the stuff of everyday life. It may have been tamed a little in the transition, but it is part of the wilding of its new environment. The young, at least, know how things stand in modern culture. They know what those beats and exhortations mean. |
| The lyric content of dance music is minimal. Often it is no more than a repeated command introduced and emphasised by a pause in the beat. The words in themselves look harmless - perhaps a plea to do nothing more sinister than 'move yourself into the flow', something one can almost imagine New Labour coming out with - but the young people who hear them know what they mean when they are surrounded by a couple of bars of 'repetitive beat' music. These exhortations are calls to submerge oneself within the hedonism of intoxication, the intoxication of drugged rhythmic dancing; our young people know this, which is one reason why so many of them do it. Another reason is the exposure and crumbling of the hypocrisy that has for so long surrounded drug use. (The drug promoting lyrics of pop songs are not always so subtle: bizarrely, in 1992, the Shaman were uncensored at number one for six weeks with Ebeneezer Goode - part of the chorus supposedly runs ''eezer Goode, 'eezer Goode, Ebeneezer Goode...'. It would have been difficult to find a teenager in the country at that time who could not have told you that they were really singing 'Es are good, Es are good ...', this was sloganising for MDMA regularly shown on children's television.) |
| Twenty one years ago Keith Richards and Mick Jagger were imprisoned for drug offences. The Times, when its moral pronouncements meant something, described it as using a wheel to crush a butterfly. But The Times was wrong: they may have been butterflies, but the drug problem was not. Richards and Jagger were icons of a movement which preached drug abuse as an essential part of the good life and the consequent breaking of the law as one's right, if not obligation. For the first time a section of the modern elite were encouraging the masses to indulge in forbidden vices. This was not playing the game, but it was an unanticipated side-effect of democratic capitalism that people could become part of the elite (by amassing great fortunes and popular followings) whose values attacked the system that had made them. The modern European state had never known anything like it, it was an assault on its deepest foundations: the rule of law in a democratic society should be sacred, but these people were talking about the tyranny of the majority and one's duty to rebel. The state had to do something, it could not or would not learn from the only comparable situation in modern history, alcohol prohibition in America, so it pursued the only other course it could: it attacked, and it failed, as it was bound to. All pursuing the drug culture's icons could do was make the state look harsh and drug use even more glamorous in the eyes of rebellious youth. The response since this failure has been the ostrich's, and it has recently led to some bizarre scenes. |
| It is one thing to ignore something that is happening while ignoring the people who are doing it. This was the policy for a long time after the Richards and Jagger fiasco. 'Everyone' knew that many pop stars and celebrities led drug soaked lives, it was often an open secret that certain people had certain habits, but it was very seldom that anybody official ever did anything about it. This ostrich approach has hardly encouraged reticence from the icons of today who grew up under it. What was before an open secret is now simply open. While Oasis were ascendant the brothers Gallagher loudly proclaimed their fondness for class A drugs, in particular ecstasy and cocaine. From tabloid headlines where Noel compared drug taking to tea drinking, to his appearance on Radio One where, in a pertinent criticism of the Verve's nihilism in The Drugs don't Work, he said 'but the point is, they do work', he was blatantly encouraging his legion of young fans to think of drug taking, hard or soft, as acceptable. None of this stopped him being invited to Number Ten for a photo appearance drinking champagne with the Prime Minister - according to Galagher, when he asked Blair how he had managed to keep awake on election night, Blair had jokingly replied 'not the same way as you'. New Labour, personified in Tony, preaches of the wickedness of drugs but sups with the devil - they lock up the merchants 'with ever increasing ruthlessness' but proudly join in their biggest advertising campaign. It is one thing not to lock these people up, it is quite another to extend the hand of friendship. It is a surreal situation. |
| And it is not just the pop-stars, altho' they unblocked the
dam; now everywhere on the respectable side of liberal society people are
owning up. Rosie Boycott while editor of The Independent famously kept a
cannabis plant in her office. She was flagrantly breaking a law for which
David Steel's son was sentenced to nine months in 1995. The Guardian regularly
joked about it, it was captured -uncomplainingly by Rosie- on film in a
documentary about her. But no one in authority sought to do anything about
it, no police vans drew up outside Canary Wharf, and later in the same documentary
we see her chatting with an amiable Prime Minister Blair; her unrepentant
criminality did not stop her being given the editorship of The Express.
In David Bailey's recent documentary about models he asks Kate Moss, icon
to millions of little girls (and millions of big ones) about her and drugs.
Kate looks a little taken back, but it does not cross her mind to dissimulate,
'well', she replies a little defensively, 'I'm sure I don't do more drugs
than anyone else'. It did not occur to Channel 4 to cut any of this, any
more than it occurred to Kate Moss to lie. Drugs are an accepted fact. In
1997, in an interview in The Observer, Jonathan Ross, when questioned about
cocaine use, became evasive and said he did not want to provide a quote
which could be used against him by the tabloids. In 1998 Stephen Fry announced
in an interview on Radio 4 that one of the things he liked about drugs like
cocaine and ecstasy is that they make one interested in things for the evening.
The celebrities are safe, but meanwhile many ordinary people will continue
to be harassed and locked up for doing no more than what the famous do with
impunity. It is a scandal; but it is not the only one and it is not the
deepest - prohibition's effect upon society and its assault on personal
liberty are greater outrages. Prohibition's effect upon our social fabric has been devastating. It is not just that more than anything else it creates, finances, and empowers the evil of organised crime: more pernicious is that it has pushed drug consumption throu' the matrix of organised crime, and anything which so moves experiences negative pressure - is liable to become worse. Drug consumption is a classic example of this: it is not just the complete absence of quality control - which means that people often end up ingesting poorly made and unpleasantly adulterated goods, the evil effects extend into the whole pattern of drug taking. It is no coincidence that use of the nastiest known drug, crack cocaine, has spread to epidemic levels under prohibition - it would not have done so without it. |
| Crack cocaine really is almost the demon drug that all drugs were painted as in the anti-drug campaigns of the fifties and early sixties. On parts of the street it is known as bones - aptly, as not only does a piece of crack look like a chip of bone, but its street traders become 'bone men', a perfect image, and at the back of it all is the idea that bones are what it will reduce you to. For those who have never tasted the whirlwind devastation of its effects, i will say that it really does produce an incredible sense of affirmation. Any experience contains yes or no, just as any patch of colour has tone - dark or light, it takes place on a scale whose limits are ecstasy and despair, which runs throu' like and dislike, and which has indifference at its centre. The yes in an experience can be deep and subtle, such as the feeling one has looking at one's children with the knowledge that one has shaped a good life within a good family for them, or it can be superficial and crude, such as the feeling that accompanies a masturbatory orgasm. The affirmation produced by crack cocaine is of the latter sort, but it is incredibly strong - one's whole being simply screams 'yes, yes, yes'. It makes one feel astoundingly good for a short period of time, but minutes later one violently craves more as the inevitable negation fills the space blasted into affirmation (this compares with heroin, for example, where the user is at peace for many hours after ingestion). Further, crack's long term effects (dangerous volatility, anger, paranoia) quickly make themselves felt. It is the perfect drug for organised crime: easy to produce, deeply and rapidly addictive, and contributing towards the social breakdown and disorder that criminal organisations need to flourish in - the conditions in which people lose respect for authority and for themselves and finally succumb to the bone filled, bone making glass pipe next time it is passed in front of them. Crime is a parasite which needs its host to be sick. This is not to suggest criminal masterminds planning all this. Rather, it is simply part of the pathology of crime that, if unopposed, it will naturally create the conditions which are best for it. Crack worked for the criminals who sold it, so they sold more, and soon a multi-billion pound world wide industry was created and almost unbelievable fortunes made. The social outcome has been a massively more violent, corrupt, and insecure world. |
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None of this would have happened if drugs had been legal. Of course, there are some who actually want what crack has to offer. If they resolutely refuse all help offered they should be allowed to smoke themselves to death - if legal, crack would be a very cheap drug to produce, and they could be offered the powerful sedatives needed to keep them on an even keel. They would not cause much harm to anyone except themselves. But most of the people who got sucked into crack use would not have been. If drugs were legal their effects, side effects, and long term effects would have to be printed on the packets. The recreational drug market is a huge one, and if legalised the big pharmaceutical companies would pour in billions to develop new lines which mirrored the desirable effects of crack but minimised the undesirable ones - most people do not want to destroy themselves, it would not be a difficult choice. It is absurd of us to have denied ourselves the benefits of scientific advances in an area so integral to so many people's enjoyment of life - intoxication. The other side of the coin is that there are worse drugs than crack out there waiting to be discovered, and if drugs remain illegal they will be discovered and exploited by organised crime. Our government is involved in a project seeking to destroy the worlds opium and coca crops throu' some form of biological warfare - this is an insane policy, for should they succeed new, and almost certainly nastier, laboratory produced drugs would emerge to take its place. From a purely pragmatic point of view, prohibition has been a disaster (and it always will be - we cannot even keep drugs out of maximum security prisons), and as one cannot have principles without pragmatics, perhaps we should put the social effects of prohibition as the evil above all others; even so, for any lover of liberty it should be a glaring wrong. The right to intoxicate, or not, as one wishes is as fundamental a right as the right to worship, or not, as one wishes. In other words: it is as wrong for the state to seek to control a person's determination of their consciousness as it is for it to seek to control a person's determination of their beliefs. The only reasonable response to the existential questioning of the last hundred and fifty years is a profound tolerance of those who are not hurting others. This is as deep a tenet as the twentieth century has managed to articulate (for all its being first mouthed in the mid-nineteenth century). Yet this tolerance develops a blind spot when it comes to drugs. Western governments happily shout at other regimes about their intolerances, but will not themselves tolerate drug users walking their streets. Altho' they justify their stance by saying that prohibition is essential for society's survival (the opposite of the case), the root reason for their and their peoples' support for prohibition is a deeply ingrained Puritanism. Drugs, the feeling goes, are about pleasure and nothing more, they are decadent and lead to decadent behaviour. And they are dangerous, but not in the way that other pastimes are dangerous. If one dies attempting to climb Mount Everest (as one in four people who attempt to do), one is judged some kind of hero and one's death something noble (unless one is the parent of young children). Seeking pleasure and self-knowledge throu' climbing mountains is a fine thing to do. But if one's death has come about throu' taking ecstasy (for one in five million trips are fatal) and seeking pleasure and self-knowledge throu' intoxicated dancing and conversation, one's death is a sordid tragedy and those who aided you must be hunted down and imprisoned. In the modern world one can devote one's life to any number of fatuous activities: driving motorbikes at insane speeds round a winding track, jumping from bridges with a piece of elastic tied to one's ankles, fasting and self-mortification, but one is not allowed to sit down with a few friends and enjoy a smoke of good ganja or take an E at the weekend and dance and talk the night away. |
| The response from traditionalists will be to say that drug taking and religious worship are activities of a quite different order. That religion is about transcendence and reaching out to the infinite, and placing oneself within a moral loving framework, whereas drug taking is about raw selfish pleasure and nothing else. But this is simply not true - a sizeable body of drug users see their habit in precisely the religious terms set out above. We might disapprove of one side's approach to transcendence, of both or neither, but the point is that it is the users' self-perception that counts - if they see themselves as reaching a deeper reality that way, it is not for the state to tell them they are wrong and deny them equality with the traditionally religious. However, let us suppose that the traditionalist's analysis is correct (for much drug use is purely hedonistic), this would still not justify their conclusion. In the mid-seventeenth century Louis Pascal made famous a wager as an argument for Christian belief. He supposed two possible metaphysics: the Christian's and the atheist's. On the Scales of Choice he placed on one side the pleasures of an atheistic life and on the other the rigours of belief, he then considered the potential effects on the Scale of the two metaphysics. That is, infinite suffering for the atheist if they are wrong as opposed to the rigours of belief and absence of infinite reward for the believer if they are wrong. The atheist has a lot more to lose, Pascal reasoned, and therefore Christian belief is the better bet. Pascal's argument is wrong because he envisages only two possible metaphysics when there are in fact no end. One of these involves a god who infinitely rewards atheists and infinitely punishes believers (he's just as unpleasant as the other one, but at least has a sense of humour). In other words, for every story of the Unknown there is an equal and opposite one which cancels out any practical effects the other might have had on us. But there is another argument against Pascal which applies directly to the traditionalist's argument about the greatness of faith compared to the squalor of drug hedonism. An atheist can reply to Pascal, even while accepting his restricted metaphysic, that while a lifetime of freedom and its pleasures is little compared to eternal heaven or hell, it is, if the atheist is right, everything. 'My life', they can reply, 'is all i have, all i ever will have, and is therefore infinitely important to me - i am not prepared to sacrifice even one moment of it for what i believe to be no more than an over-inflated fairy story'. Similarly, the hedonistic drug user could reply to the traditionalist 'life is all there is, and pleasure its only value; your interference takes from my life that which is most valuable in it'. I believe this analysis of life to be horribly wrong, but one can hardly deny that it is a reasonable strategy. If someone has decided to pleasure themselves to death, it is a grotesque arrogance for others to seek to forbid them it. |
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This infringement of our liberty should be a source of outrage in the modern world, but it hardly raises a murmur. The powerful know that they will not be touched and are frightened of stirring up the proles with mood rousing drugs. Even liberal commentators who use illegal drugs, or who have friends who do, keep quiet - their liberal instincts swamped by a puritan guilt which whispers that drugs really are bad, all right for them and their friends perhaps, but not safe for the uneducated masses. But altho' there is not much outrage, their is a huge reservoir of sullen resentment at prohibition building up amongst users and a corresponding contempt for the state which enforces it (imagine how you'd feel if New Labour under Jack Straw banned alcohol as part of their fourth term 'moral regeneration' programme). The illegal drug business is so enormous because so many people take them. The vast majority are people who would otherwise be law abiding; they do not like being made outlaws of and the law falls into disrespect - once again prohibition is feeding the breakdown of civil society. And altho' there may not be much outrage, there is some, and it is justified. There are those serving prison sentences for supplying drugs who are criminals who saw a chance to make money and went for it; others are moral people who believe in the virtues of their drug of choice and sought to do good while making a living - they are prisoners of conscience as much as anyone incarcerated for worshipping the wrong god. In the modern world people must be free to do anything apart from hurting others. Drugs must be legalised, all of them, but what will this mean for us? For drugs are a powerful element in the shaping of our world, and will continue to be so - legal or illegal, for better or for worse. The only human society never to have used intoxicants was the Inuit before Europeans turned up with alcohol (which quickly spread throu' and devastated their community). Drugs are an integral part of human society. Not everybody wants to use them, but in every human society there are many who like to intoxicate - and whether it is for spiritual or hedonistic reasons, intoxication is a natural process that we should seek to make as safe and worthwhile as possible. The intoxicants that matter at the moment are psychedelics, stimulants, analgesics, and alcohol. But an intoxicant works upon uniquely functioning consciousnesses throu' individual physiologies. This means that the same drug can do different things to different people, or to the same person at different times, and similar effects can be produced by different drugs. However, one can divide the subjective experience of modern day intoxication broadly into the psychedelic, the stimulated, the analgesic, and the drunken. |
| Psychedelic effects are undoubtedly the strangest produced by drug use, they are also the most frightening. With them the human mind is transported to astonishing spaces, different drugs giving access to different worlds. What role psychedelics will have in our future is hard to guess. The best they have to offer is as good as human experience can get - the highest peaks of religious ecstasy. For the vast majority of us, tho', the cost of getting there is too high: one has to submit oneself to an overwhelming and unstoppable experience which can lead anywhere -heaven or hell- and the long term effects are liable to be unbalancing (people who take psychedelics regularly are often a little strange, and a bad trip can leave a person scarred for a long time). It will be interesting to see if science will be able to develop products which give the positive effects without risking the negative - a guaranteed good trip. Even if such drugs are discovered, it is questionable how many people would take them. Metaphysical bliss is a specialised taste, especially when so many other simpler forms of pleasure are available. More likely is that people would opt for lower doses - moving, as it were, a little way in the right direction. In the sixties the orthodoxy about psychedelic experience was that it should be extreme and pure, not surprisingly it went out of fashion. Today, the young add a little psychedelia to the cocktail of their intoxication. With four thousand micrograms of LSD one can be at one with the all existence and enmeshed in Beauty. Fifty micrograms, with a bottle of beer and half an ecstasy, can help one feel linked to everyone on the dance floor and see the lights shining magically. This points the way to the immediate future - most people do not want to lose themselves, they want fun. If that fun can come with some worthwhile baggage, so much the better. |
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Modern gatherings of the young can sometimes contain a strong spiritual and mystical element, and psychedelic drugs are usually a part of this (even if only in the form of cannabis). The West has not known anything like it since the classical mystery religions - Dionysus has added new ornament to his crown of vines and is dancing the modern world. As with all drugs, tho', the benefit cannot be achieved on its own. It is a painful truth that our level of existence is characterised by the downward pull of the bad: if we make no effort, we descend. Drugs can make you worse without your trying, they can only help you get better if you put in the right sort of effort. Given this, psychedelics are doing good and have enormous potential to help us feel more at one with each other and our world, and with the right science there will be many more tickets to new and fascinating worlds for those who like to explore. If the psychedelic effect is visionary - a change in the way one sees the world, then the stimulant effect is somatic, a change in the way one relates to one's body. When stimulated, the whole body -including the brain- is stimulated. Those mental functions which require raw propulsive energy are energised. One is confident and enthusiastic - even nihilists become enthusiastic, about their nihilism. Different drugs stimulate different parts of the psyche. The enthusiasm generated by cocaine can easily be directed inwards leading to egotism and egoism - people with heavy habits often behave despicably; but there is probably no reason why this has to happen. One possibility is that cocaine will become popular as a mild stimulant - that many will end up taking it in doses equivalent to those ingested by the Indians who chew coca leaves in South America - then it would indeed be similar to having a cup of tea; as for heavy use, the sort of thing we see today where for many people it is a primary drug of choice, I think this will fade when science and legality increase the range of more wholesome alternatives. |
| Ecstasy, in contrast, pushes people towards a splendid tolerance and affection for all around them. In the Summer of '87 ex-hooligans could be found in those dance clubs where ecstasy was ubiquitous only too happy to talk about how they used to think fighting and destruction were great but now they could see that it was all madness and that we are one people. Of course, this push towards an all encompassing love is useless without the foundation of a life genuinely and soberly working for a more loving world. The spirit of the ecstasy fuelled 'Summers of Love' broke down when, in the absence of real progress, the hardened users lost the desire for the loving effects of ecstasy and just wanted the physical rush the drug gives in its early stages. Today there is such a wide array of drugs available that people can choose what most suits them. Consequently, those who opt for ecstasy are seeking its enthusiasm, and the places where it is taken can be very friendly. It is not uncommon for strangers to meet in a club, pour their hearts out to each other with genuine mutual empathy, so that by the morning they know each other at that moment as well as their best friends know them, and then to part, perhaps not to meet again for months or ever. These are a one night stands of the heart, rather than of the body. Some might think this sad and illusory, as they think of casual sex is sad and illusory. But why does depth require time? And perhaps it would be sad, if such encounters were the only intimacy someone knew; but when one is part of a solid emotional structure, these interactions can be a real joy and help tie one in to a sense of a unified humanity. There is only room for so many deep extended relationships in one's life, there is no reason why all of the others should be shallow. |
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I see ecstasy, with regard to its immediate effects, as largely a force for good in the modern world, on the whole it helps bring people together and makes them more tolerant; if they like this effect and use it to help bring about changes in their day to day life, it can help make them a better person. Whether there is a long term price to pay for this is still an open question. Of course, it is also a potentially dangerous drug in the short term, as the tragic case of Leah Betts has come to symbolise. In seeking to apportion blame for Leah's death it is worth considering one's response upon hearing, say, of a terrible bus crash in a poorly run third world country: one does not blame the activity of travelling in buses, but the poverty of the country which means that vehicles are not roadworthy and traffic regulations not enforced. It was ecstasy's illegality which killed Leah Betts. She took an extra-strong tablet - a friend had advised her to take only half, but she had already taken ecstasy a few times and the pill looked just like the others, she didn't worry about it. If ecstasy was legal it would come in measured amounts and people would know the safe dosage. Few activities are without risk (last year forty anglers were killed in pursuit of their hobby), but legal ecstasy use would not be high in the danger league. Further, stimulants are an obvious case where science could quickly vastly improve the quality and range of choice available - once again we are depriving ourselves for no good reason. My own experience of the ones currently available is that the inevitable low that follows the high means that if used at all, such use should most definitely be the exception rather than the rule. -Many people use stimulants every weekend; such use is liable to make for a fairly miserable early to mid-week, a price too high for a joyful weekend if one would otherwise be content. The problem is those for whom their drug high is their only happiness: for such people stimulant use might seem rational - I would say, tho', that it is providing only a short term solution and will in the long run make the person's problems worse; they need to find out and deal with the source of their misery. Analgesia is the most boring of intoxications, unless one happens to be in pain. I include in this category tranquillisation -the deadening of anxiety- along with straightforward pain reduction -where pain (mental or physical) is deadened or made less important, both involve a shrinking of awareness, a numbness: from heroin to valium, a part of oneself is taken out of account. For most of us this holds little attraction - the best i have got out of even the strongest opiates (tho' one must take into account different physiologies) is the agreeable sensation of being wrapped in a warm inviolable blanket of comfort. A pleasant enough experience, but largely useless unless one wants to go to sleep and, anyway, if one is well that is more or less what one experiences when dropping off to sleep (imagine drowsing in a big comfortable bed with not a care in the world). There is a huge exception to this, tho' - those who are in pain. Imagine that you have had a pointed stick, invisible to others, digging into the small of your back since you were a child. The pain has been constant and you have learned to live your life around it, twisting your body to accommodate. Further, you are ashamed of this pain and, as its cause is invisible to everyone apart from you, you seek to make it invisible to yourself - you lie about it to yourself until the lies succeed and it fades from view, all anyone can see is the contortions you have built into your body to compensate. This is analogous to the way some people carry severe spiritual and emotional wounds, the contortions of the body standing for personality defects such as rage, depression, self-hatred, and obsession. |
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For these people, a powerful analgesic like heroin will take the pain away for perhaps the first time in the life they remember. For some, their first experience of heroin is the first time they have not despised themselves since they were children: the rush of self-affirmation and self-reward which floods from this contrast constitutes the 'raptures' of the heroin high. For the undamaged, analgesics offer nothing more than a pleasant door to sleep and wasting time: occasionally useful, but in a good world there would be no demand for them outside of medical treatment - the spiritually healthy do not seek to cut themselves off and hide from the pain of life, they hold onto it as a means of growth and of curing the cause of the pain (for, of course, analgesics do nothing about the root problem, and after (at most) a few months the pain is as bad as before - nothing has changed except that the user has become an addict). Drunkenness is unlike the other forms of intoxication because it is tied specifically to one drug, and the effects of that drug can be analgesic, stimulative, or even psychedelic. If a person is tired, alcohol can throw them into a deep sleep; if they are excited, alcohol can give them the energy to dance all night; Bacchanalian rites transform it into a gateway to esoteric vision; and if one has to have a limb amputated, it is better than nothing. It is also the West's drug of choice throu'out history. We were born in classical Greece and the Greeks liked to drink; since then every Western culture has embraced alcohol to its heart (with the short term and disastrous exception of the U.S. earlier this century). From the elite's consumption of vastly expensive wines and spirits to the dosser sucking on his can of 'extra-strong' beer (beer more analgesic than any other form of alcohol, a drink designed for impoverished alcoholics), every level of society has its tipple. Most people reading this article will have been drunk at least once - for some it was frightening and horrible, and thereafter avoided if possible; for others it was wonderful at the time, but the after effects -embarrassing memories as well as a damaged body- have led them to leave it behind; some indulge, but not too often - 'everything in moderation, including excess'; others indulge too often for their mental and physical health; and for an unhappy few it has become an addiction that is destroying their lives. |
| For those who know drunkenness but not other forms of intoxication, it is worth pointing out that alcohol is the only drug that makes one stupid (other drugs might make some people gabble nonsense, but only if there is no sense there in the first place - thoughtful people tend to converse thoughtfully when high). Alcohol, tho', seems almost necessarily to make one both physically and intellectually more stupid. -However, as for many people the only sort of writing that they can read and understand when drunk is poetry, it is, perhaps, potentially a divine stupidity. Even so, those who intoxicate and yet confine themselves to alcohol are missing out on a great deal (they may also be doing themselves more harm than they need to - the after effects of alcohol certainly hurt more than those of stimulants or psychedelics). |
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So far, i have offered pragmatic and moral reasons for the legalisation of drugs (prohibition makes things worse, people must be free), i have made comments showing partiality to certain forms of intoxication, and i have suggested that some drugs may be having good effects in the world; but i am not arguing that it is clear that intoxication is a good thing - those good effects which i have argued can come from intoxication might always be achieved more effectively within sobriety. It may be that the puritans are right, not necessarily in their explanations of why they are right, but in their grasp of a deep underlying law of sentience, similar to some basic law of physics, which says that there can never be something for nothing, and that spiritual progress and pleasure and happiness are maximised only when there is no intoxication. The Puritan might point to the after effects of intoxication: pain from alcohol and analgesics; a negation of energy with stimulants -fear where there was confidence, exhaustion where there was energy; the possibility of a loosened grip from psychedelics. The puritan might be right, but i see no obvious reason why: the existence of after effects reflects a physical reality -chemical reactions have taken place and the body has to readjust, energy has been used and has to be replenished; there is no reason to suppose that it points to a moral reality (tho' it does perhaps indicate the value of sensible intoxication). We have immeasurably improved our lives throu' our ability to artificially (with tools) determine our external environment, why should not similar benefit accrue to us throu' our ability to determine our inner world? The only difference is that until very recently our understanding of the physical basis of our inner world has been non-existent, and we have had to rely on the tools provided by nature or discovered by accident - this is one thing that makes the potential of science within drugs so exciting: it has hardly begun. All morality is a matter of pragmatics, what works; this is hard to see in the case of a brutal dictator who appears to be enjoying a serene retirement (for we cannot see the devastation within), but it is easy to see in the case of drugs: if the right drugs work for us when legal, if they help make us better and happier, then they are a good thing; if they make the world a worse place, then they will have been shown to be a bad thing. It is an entirely empirical question - there can be no appeal to first principles. If they are a bad thing, once we treat ourselves with enough self-respect to let ourselves decide freely, we will realise this and stop using them, or we will not and we will destroy ourselves. But this hardly seems likely to me: humanity is full of the life spirit, treated with respect we will make the right decision. Considering the evolution of life across the universe, one can speculate that at a certain point in any life form's ascent it has to pass certain tests, one might call them the Tests of Technology, the tests that come when a life form has attained a degree of power over nature. The first obvious test for us came with discovery of nuclear weapons - for the first time we had the power to destroy ourselves; so far we are just about passing this one. Another equally serious test comes when a life form understands its structure well enough to be able to artificially induce absolute pleasure and self-affirmation in itself - here the species must decide whether to move on or remain in solipsistic masturbatory bliss. We are close to this point, the point where we are at last free to determine our future and have to decide what we want. I am confident that we will do the right thing, for the rewards of a truthful loving life ever looking outwards are infinitely greater than any solitary, inwardly focused pleasure could ever be. |
| Even so, this is clearly a dangerous time for humanity. The old spiritual certainties and imperatives have died and, until new ones fill the space, the attractions of egoistic hedonism sing loudly. People need reason for being. The crack epidemic took off when the West was saying that the reason for being was hedonistic pleasure - the hedonistic pleasure of purchase and possession. The values of the West were preached in the ephemeral bubbles of Dallas and Dynasty: Porsches and diamonds and little pieces of fashion, all costing obscenities. At the bottom of the pile, next door to poverty and squalor, such pleasure is unimaginably distant, but with a suck on the glass pipe anyone can feel like a king or queen for a few minutes - if life is for pleasure, their actions make sense. The modern world needs spiritual direction, if we do not find it and we destroy ourselves, drugs will be one of the tools we use, will be part of the process; if we find what we need and ascend, drugs may be part of that ascension. It is a spiritual test that faces us; one that we cannot avoid, one that we have to pass. We have no hope of passing unless we allow ourselves to choose freely. |
| Whether or not a perfect world would need or want drugs is an open question, but my feeling is that this world does. An angel might shudder at the prospect of making themself less intelligent; but when one lives as we do, has worked all week and watched the news every night, being a little more stupid can seem an essential condition for an evening of exuberant happiness. And in a culture characterised by inhibition and ennui, pills and powders can seem necessary to some if they are to have the energy and enthusiasm to enjoy themselves as they wish. Others see their intoxication as a means to Truth and overcoming internal obstructions. Perhaps some or all of these people are wrong, perhaps i am wrong; these are questions whose answers can only be found and applied when prohibition has been ended and we are free to decide. For myself, i will say that my life seems to me to be one that is good to live given the world we are in, and i think there would be less light and joy in it if those brilliant moments of great light and great joy that intoxication can bring were taken from it. |
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