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 Logos is a voice heard, in the head. And the Logos was the hand on the rudder of human civilization for centuries, up until, in fact, the collapse of the ancient mystery religions and the ascendancy of Christianity to the status of a world religion.

If we could feel what we are doing to the Earth, we would stop immediately.

We have changed. We are no longer, as I said, bipedal monkeys. We are instead a kind of cybernetic coral reef of organic components and inorganic technological components.

We need a metaphor that can contain the daemon of the future that we have conjured into being.

Nobody is smarter than you are. And what if they are? What good is their understanding doing you?

I spend as many hours a day as I possibly can smoking cannabis