The Imagination is the golden pathway to everywhere.

What history is, essentially, is a careening, out-of-control effort to find our way back to this state of primordial balance.

The artist’s task is to save the soul of mankind; and anything less is a dithering while Rome burns. Because of the artists, who are self-selected, for being able to journey into the Other, if the artists cannot find the way, then the way cannot be found.

Fine tuning the institutions built by powdered wig guys two hundred years ago is a long shot at holding the whole thing together.

Impressionism is simply twenty minutes into LSD.

Psychedelics are illegal not because a loving government is concerned that you may jump out of a third story window. Psychedelics are illegal because they dissolve opinion structures and culturally laid down models of behaviour and information processing. They open you up to the possibility that everything you know is wrong.

As the bonfires of knowledge grow brighter, the more the darkness is revealed to our startled eyes.