If you sit down with a person, or a watermelon for that matter, when you're stoned and sing into it, the quality of the hallucination is such that there is a way of thinking about it where you could say, 'This is an acoustical hologram of the interior of their body.'" I don't say that.I just say, "My goodness isn't it strange that I seem to be able to see inside of the watermelon when I'm doing this.'

The central point about the psychedelic experience is the content of the experience. And this has been occluded or obfuscated by the behavioral and statistical and scientific methods that have been brought to bear to study hallucinogenic experience.

Human history is a Gaian dream.

The surface of things is not where attention should rest.

The Imagination is the golden pathway to everywhere.

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

Our assumptions are the edges of our worlds.