I think there is a global commonality of understanding coming into being. And it is not necessarily fostered by institutions.

No one yet understands the mysterious intelligence within plants or the implications of the idea that nature communicates in a basic chemical language that is unconscious but profound. We do not yet understand how hallucinogens transform the message in the unconscious into revelations beheld by the conscious mind.

A singularity is a place where the rules are broken. A miracle is a singularity.

What the psychedelics are for us as a species, rather than for each one of us as an individual, what they are for us as a species is an enzyme that catalyzes the language-making capacity.

I believe that great weirdness stalks the universe. That's not the issue with me, but it is not tacky. It is not tacky.

Cyberspace is the human transition into a mathematical super space where we as a collectivity become optionally a single point of view.

And yet my, not only my faith, but my experience has led me to believe that the world is not a construction of space and time and matter and energy. That that mapping is insufficient. That the world is instead some kind of a linguistic construct. It is more in the nature of a sentence, or a novel, or a work of art than it is in the nature of these machine models of interlocking law that we inherit out of a thousand years of rational reductionism.