Its like having a piece of you chipped off. It makes something about you always missing. You are not whole. Not ready. Never. What is left behind in the opening is your impulsive part. That which makes you completely uncivilized and the part of you, you can never control but always looking for. It makes you no different from anyone else. And it makes you ashamed of yourself and it humiliates you. It will really, really question you about your moral standards and your moral conditioning. And at the same time, it is what brings you out of yourself, into exaltation. It will take you out of the ordinary and out of time. You will feel elevated, creative and capable of doing anything you want. And you want to stay in wonderland, in that state of uninterrupted creativeness forever. But it will also make you touchy, defensive and flat out unpleasant.
You will not be you.
And when you come down, you come down hard.
But here on the ground, You will be looking around for that little place called being. Of quietness. Of peace, tranquillity and balance. Of humility.
Only here can we find what is far from it all but always right there.