The world is not made of anti-mu mesons, quarks, and photons, and electromagnetic fields. Reality is made of words.

History is just this froth of artifact production that has appeared in the last ten to fifteen thousand years. It spread across the planet very quickly. But that mind in man just goes back and back into the darkness.

One of the things that's so striking about shamanism in the native context is the absence of mental illness.

Television, while chemically non-invasive, nevertheless is every bit as addicting and physiologically damaging as any other drug.

Ultimately what we're touching is the invisible, all-pervasive intelligence that surrounds us and penetrates us. It is grooming us to be able to tolerate its splendor. It can't just reveal itself openly because we would be forfeited; we'd never know what hit us.

Our assumptions are the edges of our worlds.

The shaman is the figure at the beginning of human history that unites the doctor, the scientist and the artist into a single notion of care-giving and creativity.