Visions! omens! hallucinations! miracles! ecstasies! gone down the American river! Dreams! adorations! illumnations! religions! the whole boatload of sensitive bullshit!

Our heads are round so thought can change direction

Because systems of mass communication can communicate only officially acceptable levels of reality, no one can know the extent of the secret unconscious life. No one in America can know what will happen. No one is in real control.

There is nothing to be learned from history anymore. We're in science fiction now.

I had a moment of clarity, saw the feeling in the heart of things, walked out to the garden crying.

what sphinx of cement and aluminium bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination

Who can live with this Consciousness and not wake frightened at sunrise?