The way I think of the psychedelics is, they are catalysts to the imagination.

The main thing to understand is that we are imprisoned in some kind of work of art.

Plants seem like an excellent model for the kind of future that we should be building.

For me it's an issue of are we afraid of ourselves? And we inherit a huge bunch of idealogical baggage, not only Christianity, but Freudianism, and Marxism . . . We inherit all kinds of idealogical baggage designed to make us fear ourselves.

This is how magic is done. By hurling yourself into the abyss and discovering its a feather bed.

And the psychedelics, I believe, are the key to moving from wearing culture like cloths to recognizing that culture is this intensifying reflection of an aspect of the self and integrating it into the self.

The movement of a single atom from one known position to another known position changes an experience from nothing to overwhelming. This means that mind and matter at the quantum mechanical level are all spun together.