The human imagination, which is our great glory, has grown so powerful that we can barely unleash it on the surface of the planet.

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

LSD burst over the dreary domain of the constipated bourgeoisie like the angelic herald of a new psychedelic millennium. We have never been the same since, nor will we ever be, for LSD demonstrated, even to skeptics, that the mansions of heaven and gardens of paradise lie within each and all of us.

So when you look at the eschaton what you see, strangely enough, is your own face.

Right here and now, one quanta away, there is raging a universe of active intelligence that is transhuman, hyperdimensional, and extremely alien... What is driving religious feeling today is a wish for contact with this other universe.

The problem is we have to transcend cultural languages and fall into a phase with the communication systems that nature has placed all around us.

DMT is a reliable method for crossing in to a dimension that human beings have debated the existence of for 50.000 years. Is there an invisible nearby world inhabited by active intelligences with which human beings can communicate? You bet. And if you don't think so, then tell me you don't think so after you've smoked 75mg DMT. Otherwise we just don't have anything to talk about.