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

What I've observed, and I think it's fair to give credit to the psychedelic experience for this, what I've observed is that nature builds on previously established levels of complexity.

Why does mathematics describe nature. That's a deeper question than most.

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

What we call reality is in fact nothing more than a culturally sanctioned and linguistically reinforced hallucination.

Chaos is roving through the system and able to undo, at any point, the best laid plans.

To me, the psychedelic experience is the experience of trying to make sense of reality.