History is like self-reflection through the medium of language propelling itself into self-recognition.

We can move no faster than the evolution of our language, and this is certainly part of what the psychedelics are about: they force the evolution of language.

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.

We are caught inside a mystery, veiled in an enigma, locked inside a riddle

The real nature of our predicament is completely opaque to us.

It is true that when you smoke DMT, for example, at a sufficiently high and prepared dose, you get elves, everybody does. All you need do, is inhale deeply three times, and you know... You want contact? You want elves? You want alien contact? You'll have that!

The cost of sanity in this society, is a certain level of alienation