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

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

In cyberspace things are built out of light.

I sort of see [cannabis] as the pilot light of Gian consciousness.

History is a series of approximations of the final singularity.

I’ll try to be around and about. But if I’m not, then you know that I’m behind your eyelids, and I’ll meet you there

Eros is an ego-overwhelming, boundary dissolving, breakthrough creating force scripted into human life that is pretty intrinsically psychedelic.