Our ability to destroy ourselves is the mirror image of our ability to save ourselves.

Anything which must be understood by millions of people is so hopelessly divorced from how it is that it becomes a form of fiction.

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

This is the message of your life and my life - it’s that nothing lasts. Heraclitus said it: Panta Rhei. All flows, nothing lasts. Not your enemies, not your fortune, not who you sleep with at night, not the books, not the house in Saint-Tropez, not even the children - nothing lasts. To the degree that you avert your gaze from this truth, you build the potential for pain into your life. Everything is this act of embracing the present moment, the felt presence of experience, and then moving on to the next felt moment of experience. It’s literally psychological nomadism is what it is.

I'm as against restricting access to drugs as I am to burning books. It offends me in the same way.

You aren't an object. You're a process of some sort.

What the churches are peddling is high abstraction, and you really have to work yourself up into a lather to be able to accept that as worthy of that kind of attention. The psychedelic subset of society is into an experience, and it's accessible.