I have nothing but scorn for all weird ideas other than my own.

The world is not made of anti-mu mesons, quarks, and photons, and electromagnetic fields. Reality is made of words.

There is no hierarchy of elder knowledge in my social region of things. There are only people learning and sharing in a very complex environment.

...the mind is more powerful than any imaginable particle accelerator, more sensitive than any radio receiver or the largest optical telescope, more complete in its grasp of information than any computer: the human body- its organs, its voice, its powers of locomotion, and its imagination- is a more-than-sufficient means for the exploration of any place, time or energy level in the universe.

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

One has, you know, a window of opportunity somewhere between zip and a hundred to solve, or understand, or penetrate, or appreciate, or come to terms with the conundrum of being, this amazing circumstance in which we find ourselves, both individually and collectively.

I think psychedelics are sort of like doing calisthenics in preparation for the marathon at the end of time.