And yet my, not only my faith, but my experience has led me to believe that the world is not a construction of space and time and matter and energy. That that mapping is insufficient. That the world is instead some kind of a linguistic construct. It is more in the nature of a sentence, or a novel, or a work of art than it is in the nature of these machine models of interlocking law that we inherit out of a thousand years of rational reductionism.

The felt presence of immediate experience-- this is all you know. Everything else comes as unconfirmed rumor.

Cultures are virtual realities made of language.

I’ll try to be around and about. But if I’m not, then you know that I’m behind your eyelids, and I’ll meet you there

What people notice about [when they are on] LSD is either what's right or wrong with themselves or how freaky the world is.

That's the core puzzling experience, when you meet the Other organized as a speaking mind.

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