The race isn't to the swift, it's to the thoughtful.

Art's task is to save the soul of mankind.. anything less is a dithering while Rome burns.

To contact the cosmic giggle, to have the flow of casuistry begin to give off synchronistic ripples, whitecaps in the billows of the coincidental ether, if you will. To achieve that, a precondition is a kind of unconsciousness, a kind of drifting, a certain taking-your-eye-off-the-ball, a certain assumptions that things are simpler than they are, almost always precedes what Mircea Eliade called ‘the rupture of plane’ that indicates that there is an archetypal world, an archetypal power behind profane appearances.

Notice that the whole story of Eden is the story of the struggle over a woman's relationship to a psychoactive plant.

It's no big deal about how you get language to evolve. You cause language to evolve by saying new and intelligent things to each other.

It is no coincidence that a rebirth of psychedelic use is occuring as we acquire the technological capability to leave the planet. The mushroom visions and the transformation of the human image precipitated by space exploration are spun together. Nothing less is happening than the emergence of a new human order. A telepathic, humane, universalist kind of human culture is emerging that will make everything that preceded it appear like the stone age.

The immediate future of man lies in the imagination and in seeking the dimension where the imagination can be expressed.