For talking monkeys to speak of truth is hubris of the highest degree. Where is it writ large that talking monkeys should be able to model the cosmos? If a sea urchin or a racoon were to propose to you that it had a viable truth about the universe, the absurdity of that assertion would be self-evident, but in our case we make an exception.

Culture as we're practicing it is causing a lot of pain.

Culture is the greatest barrier to your enlightenment, your education, and your decency.

This is what I believe: That we are not pushed from behind by the casual unfolding of historical necessity, but that we are in the grip of an attractor of some sort, which lies ahead of us in time.

Having lived long enough to go at least once or twice around the block, I'm noticing that the strangeness is not receding The strangeness seems to be accelerating.

The Internet is the global brain, the cyberspacially connected, telepathic, collective domain that we've all been hungering for.

The notion of illegal plants and animals is obnoxious and ridiculous.