DMT seems to argue, convincingly I might add, that the world is made entirely of something, for want of a better word, we would have to call magic.

I'm fascinated by hallucinations. I mean, to me that is the sina qua non that you're getting somewhere.

I have nothing but scorn for all weird ideas other than my own.

History is just this froth of artifact production that has appeared in the last ten to fifteen thousand years. It spread across the planet very quickly. But that mind in man just goes back and back into the darkness.

The possibility seems to be that what we call styles, or what we call motifs, are actually categories in the unconscious.

Science works its miracles by turning its enterprise into a kind of parlor game confined to the category matter and energy.

The overriding problems are brought on by the existence of the ego, a maladaptive behavioral complex in the psyche that gets going like a tumor. If it's not treated - if there's not pharmacological intervention - it becomes the dominant constellation of the personality.