But to me, it is the gateway into freedom and creativity. A gateway by itself is nothing but an ornament. One must be willing to travel through it in order to find what they are looking for. Smoking creates a boundary, a fence, that separates me from the world and allows me to go off in my own peaceful space. No matter where I am, when smoking, I am unfettered by the world and more aware of who I am and what I am doing.
Smoking is a way of letting the creative process take form.
It may kill in the long run, but its vaporous, wraithlike shape as it spins and weaves around you also allows your innermost thoughts to take shape for a fleeting, burning second. It is like the creative process itself. It's right there in your hand. It is only going to take shape if you spark it up and take it in, and only you can stop it who is performing the act. No matter what, death is unavoidable.