Flying saucers are nothing more than miracles, and they occur essentially to bedevil science.

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

In shamanism and certain yogas, Taoist yoga, claim very clearly that the purpose is to familiarize yourself with this after-death body, in life, and then the act of dying will not create confusion in the psyche. You will recognize what is happening. You will know what to do. And you will make the clean break.

The psychedelics are this immense tool for the inspection of our own nature.

Knowledge, or verbal facility, is no proof that you know what you're talking about.

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.

History is a series of approximations of the final singularity.