You are a divine being. You matter, you count. You come from realms of unimaginable power and light, and you will return to those realms.

I'm meeting my obligations, somehow, always have, without ever truly working, without ever putting my shoulder to the wheel for the man. Of course I had to deal dope to do this!

Science works its miracles by turning its enterprise into a kind of parlor game confined to the category matter and energy.

Actually, the highest form of human organization is not realized in the democratic individual. It is realized in a dimension none of us have ever penetrated, which is the mind of the species, which is actually the hand at the tiller of history. . . . It is an organized entelechy of some sort, and human history is its signature on the primates.

The lack of a sense of history makes us really prey to manipulation.

You're immortal as long as you live.

The bigger you build the bonfire, the more darkness is revealed.