Our self discoveries make us each a microcosm of the larger pattern of history. The inertia of introspection leads toward recollection, for only through memory is the past recaptured and understood. In the fact of experiencing and making the present, we are all actors.

Ayahuasca loves to take prideful people and rub their nose in it. I mean it can make you beg for mercy like nothing. You have to really approach it humbly.

The human imagination, which is our great glory, has grown so powerful that we can barely unleash it on the surface of the planet.

Shamanism is just show business and philosophy is just a branch of that vaudevillian impulse.

You could almost describe psychedelics as enzymes for the activity of the imagination.

DMT seems to argue, convincingly I might add, that the world is made entirely of something, for want of a better word, we would have to call magic.

Why does mathematics describe nature. That's a deeper question than most.