Nature is not mute, it is a man who is deaf.

The world is not made of anti-mu mesons, quarks, and photons, and electromagnetic fields. Reality is made of words.

Now, through the catalytic interaction with technology, the human species is getting set to redefine itself.

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

The word 'self' is as great a mystery as the word 'other'. It's just a polarity between two mysteries.

The idea of psychedelic societies is something new. And it doesn't necessarily mean that everyone takes the drug. It merely means that the complexity and the mysteriousness of mind are centered in the consciousness of the civilization as the mystery which it comes from and which it must relate to in order to be relevant.

Basically, for me the psychedelic experience was the path to revelation. It actually worked on somebody who thought nothing would work.