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

Claim your place in the sun and go forward into the light. The tools are there; the path is known; you simply have to turn your back on a culture that has gone sterile and dead, and get with the programme of a living world and a re-empowerment of the imagination.

The central point about the psychedelic experience is the content of the experience. And this has been occluded or obfuscated by the behavioral and statistical and scientific methods that have been brought to bear to study hallucinogenic experience.

There is a belief that there is a hyperobject called Overmind, or God, that casts a shadow into time. History is our group experience if this shadow. As one draws closer and closer to the source of the shadow, the paradoxes intensify, the rate of change intensifies. What is happening is that the hyperobject is beginning to ingress into three-dimensional space.

Drugs induce paranoia and psychosis in people who have never taken any.

I believe reality is a marvelous joke staged for my edification and amusement and everybody is working very hard to make me happy.

What I think is going on is that probably language was entertainment long before it was meaning. It's a kind of tuneless singing.