To enjoy the more central states of being implies no hangovers, no side effects, no political inconsistencies, no belligerence, no harm, no ego, no striving, no desire of earthly paradise, no self-models of proper conduct. Yet one is exposed to criticism by others, by being different, outside the mold. Labels don't stick. Appearances are suspect. Character is misunderstood.
Motives are unclear.
There is nowhere to turn. There is nothing more to do, or say, or have, or be. The cone of becoming has narrowed down to a single point. All the rest is clear space, nature, health, comfort, freedom, love, play, flow, thought, clarity, peace, space. In becoming as small as a single breathing point, my lone existence has come to mirror the immensity of the knowable universe.