The good news about psychedelics is that they are incredibly democratic. Even the clueless can be swept along if the dose is sufficient.

I believe that great weirdness stalks the universe. That's not the issue with me, but it is not tacky. It is not tacky.

Since the very beginning of culture, what we seem to be are animals which take in raw material and excrete it imprinted with ideas.

I'm proposing on one level that hallucinogens be thought of as almost as social pheromones that regulate the rate at which language develops, and therefore regulate human culture generally.

The shaman is a very peculiar figure. He is critical to the functioning of the psychological and social life of his community, but in a way he is always peripheral to it. He lives at the edge of the village. He is only called upon in matters of great social crisis. He is feared and respected. And this might be a description of these hallucinogenic substances.

What the churches are peddling is high abstraction, and you really have to work yourself up into a lather to be able to accept that as worthy of that kind of attention. The psychedelic subset of society is into an experience, and it's accessible.

You're immortal as long as you live.