This is the nature of going forward into being: A series of self-transforming ascents of level.

The real nature of our predicament is completely opaque to us.

You may miss the end of the world, but you definitely are going to have a front row seat for the end of your world.

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

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.

When we free ourselves we are not freed into a void. When we free ourselves we are freed into a dimension in which Art is an obligation.

Nature is actually the goal at the end of history.