In a sense, sexuality is the built-in psychedelic experience that only a very few people manage to evade.

One has, you know, a window of opportunity somewhere between zip and a hundred to solve, or understand, or penetrate, or appreciate, or come to terms with the conundrum of being, this amazing circumstance in which we find ourselves, both individually and collectively.

The main thing to understand is that we are imprisoned in some kind of work of art.

Life, carefully examined, is actually a form of allegorical literature with a very tight constructural grid laid over it.

For me, the glory of the human animal is cognitive activity.

‎The way you understand and investigate time is by moving inward, into metabolism. The human body is a knot in time.

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