These religions that are so freighted with their own pomposity are no better than inspired guesses.

So when you look at the eschaton what you see, strangely enough, is your own face.

There is no liberation to compare with freeing oneself from the illusions and delusions of the age in which one lives.

You know what, I'm stoned, and I'm proud.

I have a skeptical and cranky side, and I'm forever puzzled why people believe the, seeming to me, dumb things that they choose to believe.

No one yet understands the mysterious intelligence within plants or the implications of the idea that nature communicates in a basic chemical language that is unconscious but profound. We do not yet understand how hallucinogens transform the message in the unconscious into revelations beheld by the conscious mind.

We need a pharmacological intervention on anti-social behavior or we are not going to get hold of our dilemma.