Ecstasy is a complex emotion containing elements of joy, fear, terror, triumph, surrender, and empathy. What has replaced our prehistoric understanding of this complex of ecstasy now is the word comfort, a tremendously bloodless notion. Drugs are not comfortable, and anyone who thinks they are comfortable or even escapist should not toy with drugs unless they’re willing to get their noses rubbed in their own stuff.

We can begin the restructuring of thought by declaring legitimate what we have denied for so long. Lets us declare Nature to be legitimate. The notion of illegal plants is obnoxious and ridiculous in the first place.

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

There is not the Newtonian universe deployed throughout the parsecs and kiliocosms of physical space and the interior mental universe. They are the same thing.

The shaman is not merely a sick man, or a madman; he is a sick man who has healed himself.

If you go to Paris you know more about reality than people who don't. If you smoke DMT you know more about reality than people who don't.

It was the fall into history that enslaved us to the labor cycle, to the agricultural cycle. And notice how fiendish it is.