Still, as I reflected on my experiences with psychedelics and architecture as a child, I realized I had not succumbed to hatefulness or resentment toward individuals or my environment.
Expanded awareness due to plant consciousness had opened the door to a vision that saw through the unskillful deception of lying, twists of logic, and pretense.
I had not avoided an inferiority complex, yet I had maintained a natural trust in myself and the environment––the psychological prerequisite for re-imagining architectural hospitality.