An interesting thing about drugs is often, when a new drug is discovered, it takes a long time to figure out how do you do it.

This is a very central part of the psychedelic attitude toward the world, to entertain all possibilities but to never commit to belief. Belief always being seen as a kind of trap, because if you belief something you are forever precluded from believing its opposite.

One has, you know, a window of opportunity somewhere between zip and a hundred to solve, or understand, or penetrate, or appreciate, or come to terms with the conundrum of being, this amazing circumstance in which we find ourselves, both individually and collectively.

By passing into the psychedelic phase, the space-faring phase, the entire species is passing into adolescence.

Is there a necessary succession in style, or are these things pure chance?

Human history is a Gaian dream.

Experientially there is only one religion, and it is shamanism and shamanic ecstasy.