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

We are caught inside a mystery, veiled in an enigma, locked inside a riddle

We cannot evolve faster than our language. The edge of being is the edge of meaning, and somehow we have to push the edge of meaning. We have to extend it.

You could almost describe psychedelics as enzymes for the activity of the imagination.

The monkey body has carried us to this moment of release, but we are coming more and more to exist in a world made by the human imagination.

Inform yourself, inform your children, talk to your friends! And let's try to make a better, stonier world than the one we inherited!

Beauty is self-defined, perceived and understood without ambiguity. It's the stuff that lies under the skins of our individual existences.