The thing that seemed to me so important about the psychedelic experience was that it happened to me. I wasn't reading John Chrysostom or Meister Eckhart. And so I assumed that I am a very ordinary person, therefore, if it happened to me it could happen to anyone.

So part of what being psychedelic means, I think, is relentlessly living with unanswered questions.

We do not birth our children into the world of nature. We birth our children into the world of culture.

The things I encounter that I call elves or gnomes, it's just a gloss. I mean, they're small, and they have the archetype. They're more like leprechauns, and this maybe raises a racial issue.

It's meanings that we need to coax into our lives.

We are like caterpillars contemplating pupation.

Matter is simply a concept. The world is made of language.