Human populations that do not have contact with the psychedelic tremendum are neurotic because they are male ego dominated.

Alcoholism isn't a disease. It's a failure of self-image.

It seems to me far more likely that an advanced civilization would communicate inter dimensionally and telepathically.

Closure is a neurotic and infantile demand to make upon reality, other people, or language.

I think psychedelics are sort of like doing calisthenics in preparation for the marathon at the end of time.

But technology is the real skin of our species. Humanity, correctly seen in the context of the last five hundred years, is an extruder of technological material. We take in matter that has a low degree of organization; we put it through mental filters, and we extrude jewelry, gospels, space shuttles. This is what we do. We are like coral animals embedded in a technological reef of extruded psychic objects. All our tool making implies our belief in an ultimate tool. That tool is the flying saucer, or the soul, exteriorized in three-dimensional space.

I often like to think that our map of the world is wrong, that where we have centered physics, we should actually place literature as the central metaphor that we want to work out from. Because I think literature occupies the same relationship to life that life occupies to death. A book is life with one dimension pulled out of it. And life is something that lacks a dimension which death will give it. I imagine death to be a kind of release into the imagination in the sense that for characters in a book, what we experience is an unimaginable dimension of freedom.