When we smoke a plant we are really sucking up the soul of that plant. The fire is our magic. The smoke its soul.
And it loves us for being its caretaker. She makes us happy, cures our ailments, and we plant her children. We get the love we put into them back in the end. It's a beautiful story.
reminds me of this: "The mushroom state's it's possition very clearly: I need the consciousness of a human as a vessel" or words loosely to that effect.