You, and in fact quite a lot of your generation, have in some way been exiled from that particular sanctuary. It's become almost impossible for someone to "go mad" in the classical sense. At one time people conveniently "went mad" and were never heard from again. Like a character in a romantic novel. But now you are too hip to yourself on a psychological level. You all are too intimate with too many of the symptoms of insanity to be caught completely off your guard.

Fascism wants Baptism coast to coast.

Tricker the Squirrel is the best piece I ever wrote. It's intricate.

Memory whispers someplace in that jumbled machinery.

If this glorious birth to death hassle is the only hassle we are ever to have ..if our grand exhilarating fight of life is such a tragically short little scrap anyway,compared to the eons of rounds before and after-then why should one want to relinquish even a few precious seconds of it?

It's time to move on to the next step in the psychedelic revolution. We've reached a certain point, but we're not moving any more.

He Who Marches Out Of Step Hears Another Drum