Did you ever get dumped in a trash compactor with broken, deformed, mutant misfit toys or beings, then reassemble them, then have to fight through hell to reach a peaceful sanctuary? I did. And I want my money back. I don't know what the hell it was talking about when it said "you don't like me very much." I devoted years to studying hyerspace, psychedelics, the Singularity, etc. and that's what I get for my effort? For the record, psilocybin hated me too, tried to drive me to suicide, and I broke its dome/nest in half through sheer willpower. All I wanted was an apology for a previous bad trip, and I was assaulted. Like, physically.
The problem is, I think tryptamines are lunar, the light is always indirect and soft, the movement through it is smooth. Phenethylamines like LSD are solar, intense and demanding. Guess I'm a solar person.