I discovered early in life a stunning truth that's made my life very complicated in its wake, but that I still think is true, and it's that people are very easy to love.

I believe that the place to search for extraterrestrials is in the psychic dimension.

I regard these people who are peddling angst and peddling pessimism and all that stuff as so 'two minutes ago'.

My voice speaking is a monkey's mouth making little mouth noises that are carrying agree-upon meaning, and it is meaning that matters. Without the meaning one has only little mouth noises

Being imposes some kind of obligation to find out what's going on.

A singularity is a place where the rules are broken. A miracle is a singularity.

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