Beauty is self-defined, perceived and understood without ambiguity. It's the stuff that lies under the skins of our individual existences.

I’ll try to be around and about. But if I’m not, then you know that I’m behind your eyelids, and I’ll meet you there

Reality itself is not static. This is one of the things that the psychedelic is trying to put across, that the reality we're embedded in is itself some kind of an organism and is evolving toward a conclusion.

The 'public' has no history, has no future, lives in a golden moment created by credit, which binds them ineluctably to a fascist system that is never criticized. This is the ultimate consequence of having broken off this symbiotic relationship with the vegetable, feminine, maternal matrix of the planet.

What blinds us, or what makes historical progress very difficult, is our lack of awareness of our ignorance.

The Internet is the global brain, the cyberspacially connected, telepathic, collective domain that we've all been hungering for.

It is the imagination that argues for the Divine Spark within human beings. It is literally a decent of the World's Soul into all of us.