Everything appears to me to be authored, in some strange way. And I wonder if this is not the spreading assumption of the psychedelic illusion/delusion/revelation that life is in fact art.

I'm fascinated by hallucinations. I mean, to me that is the sina qua non that you're getting somewhere.

There is no mundane dimension really, if you have the eyes to see it, it is all transcendental.

There is a morphological enfoldment occurring on this planet. It is bringing forth some entirely new order of being. We are a privileged part of this.

The psychedelic universe, whatever it is, is the major datum of experience. It's larger than this planet. Nobody knows how large it is. The further in you go the bigger it gets. We don't know what to make of something like that. It's the reverse of our expectations.

The main thing to understand is that we are imprisoned in some kind of work of art.

Transformation of language through psychedelic drugs is a central factor of the evolution of the social matrix of the rest of the century.