The Imagination is the golden pathway to everywhere.

In a way, this is a definition of shamanism. A shaman is a person who by some means has gotten out of their own culture.

Flying saucers are nothing more than miracles, and they occur essentially to bedevil science.

To me it begins and ends with these psychedelic substances. The synergy of the psilocybin in the hominid diet brought us out of the animal mind and into the world of articulated speech and imagination.

Impressionism is simply twenty minutes into LSD.

The intellectual tension that seems to work its way through this society almost like fat through meat is the tension between scientific reductionism and the deeply felt intuition of most people that there is a spiritual dimension, or a hidden dimension, or a transcendental dimension.

There is not the Newtonian universe deployed throughout the parsecs and kiliocosms of physical space and the interior mental universe. They are the same thing.