Notice that the whole story of Eden is the story of the struggle over a woman's relationship to a psychoactive plant.

The world could be anything, you know, It could be a solid state matrix of some sort. It could be an illusion. It could be a dream. I mean it really could be a dream.

Language, thought, analysis, art, dance, poetry, mythmaking: these are the things that point the way toward the realm of the eschaton.

We are like caterpillars contemplating pupation.

You are some kind of a mystery suspended between two eternities. And in that moment, when a mind looks out at a world and asks the question, ‘What is it?’ In that moment art can be created.

There is no liberation to compare with freeing oneself from the illusions and delusions of the age in which one lives.

I sort of see [cannabis] as the pilot light of Gian consciousness.