The psychedelic species of visual beauty is something we don't see in our furniture styles and our architecture. It seems to be coming in, literally, from another dimension, and yet it is undeniably moving. It's beautiful.

The Internet is the global brain, the cyberspacially connected, telepathic, collective domain that we've all been hungering for.

What is the psychedelic experience? What promise does it hold for a sane future for our planet and our children? And what is it about it that kindles the kind of loyalty that I feel coming from the people in this room this evening? And I submit to you that it is nothing less than the rebirth of a voice that has been silent for at least a thousand years, the still small voice of the Logos of the planet.

I connect the psychedelic dimension to the dimension of inspiration and dream.

The psychedelic experience is not a journey into the human unconscious, or into the ghost bards of our human civilization. It's a journey into the presence of the Gaian mind.

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

Ideology always paves the way toward atrocity.