The closer you get to real matter, rock air fire and wood, boy, the more spiritual the world is.

Mind is the Maker, for no reason at all, for all this creation, created to fall.

Suppose we suddenly wake up and see that what we thought to be this and that, ain't this and that at all?

Mankind will someday realize that we are actually in contact with the dead and with the other world, whatever it is; right now we could predict, if we only exerted enough mental will, what is going to happen within the next hundred years and be able to take steps to avoid all kinds of catastrophes. When a man dies he undergoes a mutation in his brain that we know nothing about now but which will be very clear someday if scientists get on the ball. The bastards right now are only interested in seeing if they can blow up the world.

Between incomprehensible and incoherent sits the madhouse. I am not in the madhouse.

I mean, why on earth (outside sickness and hangovers) aren't people continually drunk? I want ecstasy of the mind all the time.

They spent all week saving pennies and went out Saturdays to spend fifty bucks in three hours.