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

Chaos is roving through the system and able to undo, at any point, the best laid plans.

The word 'self' is as great a mystery as the word 'other'. It's just a polarity between two mysteries.

Inevitably out of the psychedelic experience emerges not despair, not self-indulgence, but wild-eyed idealism, that's the inevitable product of any psychedelically driven social process.

Science does not deal with subjective experience... Well that's too bad because that is all any of us ever have.

Capitalism is not a human being. Capitalism is a Moloch, a god, a god of bloody sacrifice that sees human beings as ants

Impressionism is simply twenty minutes into LSD.