Could any symbol be any more appropriate of the ambiguity of human transformation? What mushroom is it that grows at the end of history? Is it Stropharia cubensis, or is it the creation of Edward Teller? This is an unresolved problem.

What we drug people have, that you don't, is repeatability.

You know what, I'm stoned, and I'm proud.

Part of what being involved in the psychedelic experience is about is reclaiming your own experience.

To date, the enterprise of thinking has moved us radically away from understanding anything.

Everything appears to me to be authored, in some strange way. And I wonder if this is not the spreading assumption of the psychedelic illusion/delusion/revelation that life is in fact art.

We can't sell short the spiritual power of cannabis, especially when eaten.