No rosy glow. Still tastes awful. For a while this was a sterner mescaline. Saw the eternal, continual making of choices, all opposites continually in motion with each other. Yin and yang everywhere, giving life to every molecule.
All life is a continual making of choices on all levels.
Then I closed my eyes, and I found myself floating up to the very top of a temple, where there was radiant light and a sense of homecoming. To realize that, on some level, all existence makes love to all other existence. All loving, when direct and free and undemanding, is a touching of the Source. The hardest lesson, of course, is how to love yourself that same way. And it remains both the first lesson of Kindergarten and the Ph.D. final.