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

What I like to talk about, and what I have very little competition in terms of talking about, is the content of the psychedelic experience.

The Truth doesn't need your cooperation to exist. All forms of cult, all forms of hype, all forms of delusion do require your participation in order to exist. I've looked into marginal areas of human experience -historical and otherwise- with a rational mind, and what I've found is that doorways into the miraculous are far fewer than the publicists of the New Age would have us believe. On the other hand, they are not as rare as the proponents of radical reductionism and materialism would have us believe. There are doorways out of the mundane.

Ultimately, I think, what the psychedelic experience may be is a higher topological manifold of temporality.

And that we cannot go to space with our feet in the mud. Nor can we in fact turn ourselves into an eco-sensitive hallucinogenic-based culture on Earth unless we fuse these dichotomous opposites. It is only in a coincidencia oppositorum, a union of opposites, that does not strive for closure, that we are going to find cultural sanity. And this is the thing that the entheogens, the hallucinogens, deliver with such clarity and regularity. They raise paradox to a level of intensity that no one can evade.

Culture is a simplification and a lie. It's the currency by which fools navigate the world. Smart people get beyond it.

I spend as many hours a day as I possibly can smoking cannabis