It seems to me that right under the surface of human neurological organization is a mode shift of some sort that would make language beholdable.

The numinous depth of the mystery that seems to have called us out of the animal mind is completely impenetrable to modern analysis.

Impressionism is simply twenty minutes into LSD.

The psychedelics are this immense tool for the inspection of our own nature.

I have nothing but scorn for all weird ideas other than my own.

I'm not an advocate for everything that rolls out of the laboratory. I'm an advocate for things sanctioned by millennia of usage.

The message coming back at all of us is: live without closure.