This is what I believe: That we are not pushed from behind by the casual unfolding of historical necessity, but that we are in the grip of an attractor of some sort, which lies ahead of us in time.

As I see it, Being, the Cosmos, whatever you want to call it, is a struggle between two implacable forces: Novelty on the one side and habit on the other side.

To me it begins and ends with these psychedelic substances. The synergy of the psilocybin in the hominid diet brought us out of the animal mind and into the world of articulated speech and imagination.

So part of what being psychedelic means, I think, is relentlessly living with unanswered questions.

In the absence of good scientific data about the effects of artificial hallucinogens it's good to stick to the natural ones.

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

In the way that the 15th Century discovered the New World, the 20th Century discovered the parallel continuum.