And I don't mean this metaphorically. I want to be taken seriously as proposing that the ennui of modernity is the consequence of a disruptive symbiotic relationship between ourselves and vegetable nature.

If the world is made of language, then you can hack it in the sense that you can hack code.

This is what magic is. It's being able to speak in a voice which makes things happen, being able to speak in a voice which causes facts to be beheld by groups of people in a way that has been purged from profane language, for us relegated to poetry and that sort of thing.

As a society we cannot seem to make peace with nature. As individuals, it's hard for us to be at peace with ourselves.

There will be difficult moments in a five-gram trip, but on the other hand certain questions will be solved forever for you, because you will validate the existence of this dimension. You will see what your relationship to it is.

Our theories are the weakest part of what we say. What we're working from is the fact of an experience which we need to make sense of.

My technique is don’t believe anything. If you believe in something, you are automatically precluded from believing its opposite.