So when you look at the eschaton what you see, strangely enough, is your own face.

It seems to me that it is psyche in a way that has become occluded by the perverse development of language.

Time is a topological manifold. It is a surface. Events flow across it like water over land and like water flowing over land, when the land is flat, the water becomes reflective and moves slowly. When the landscape becomes disrupted, the water moves faster and chaotic attractors appear and new kinds of activity emerge and out of that new activity, there comes the new states that define the future.

The world is mental in some way that we do not yet understand, but that which we're edging toward understanding. And the world is made of language. I can't say that enough. Whenever we get into these discussions about reality, or effects in space and time, we are operating outside this assumption that the world is made of language.

The human imagination, which is our great glory, has grown so powerful that we can barely unleash it on the surface of the planet.

An interesting thing about drugs is often, when a new drug is discovered, it takes a long time to figure out how do you do it.

The immediate future of man lies in the imagination and in seeking the dimension where the imagination can be expressed.