To date, the enterprise of thinking has moved us radically away from understanding anything.
It's the impossible become possible and yet remaining impossible.
Nobody should be allowed more than fifty years to get their act together.
Everything appears to me to be authored, in some strange way. And I wonder if this is not the spreading assumption of the psychedelic illusion/delusion/revelation that life is in fact art.
I donโt know what life is like without cannabis, I hear there is such a thing.
You are not naked when you take off your clothes. You still wear your religious assumptions, your prejudices, your fears, your illusions, your delusions. When you shed the cultural operating system, then essentially you stand naked before the inspection of your own psyche.