Actually, the highest form of human organization is not realized in the democratic individual. It is realized in a dimension none of us have ever penetrated, which is the mind of the species, which is actually the hand at the tiller of history. . . . It is an organized entelechy of some sort, and human history is its signature on the primates.

The 'public' has no history, has no future, lives in a golden moment created by credit, which binds them ineluctably to a fascist system that is never criticized. This is the ultimate consequence of having broken off this symbiotic relationship with the vegetable, feminine, maternal matrix of the planet.

It is not easy to measure the ocean, but we can be measured by it, confront it, and be in it.

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

The psychedelic experience is not a journey into the human unconscious, or into the ghost bards of our human civilization. It's a journey into the presence of the Gaian mind.

There is no hierarchy of elder knowledge in my social region of things. There are only people learning and sharing in a very complex environment.

The possibility seems to be that what we call styles, or what we call motifs, are actually categories in the unconscious.