Hallucinogens reveal just how insubstantial the world we “know” is – that is, as we have evolved to sense it.
Our landmarks and pathways not only prove themselves ephemeral, but even such fundamental qualia as color, texture, taste, sound and smell disintegrate into emptiness.
There is no specific wisdom to be gained from tripping, just the sense that it is okay to stop clinging. We will be okay.