The artist’s task is to save the soul of mankind; and anything less is a dithering while Rome burns. Because of the artists, who are self-selected, for being able to journey into the Other, if the artists cannot find the way, then the way cannot be found.

Our self discoveries make us each a microcosm of the larger pattern of history. The inertia of introspection leads toward recollection, for only through memory is the past recaptured and understood. In the fact of experiencing and making the present, we are all actors.

LSD is different. LSD is like psychoanalytical Drano. It's not a personality.

The purpose of life is to familiarize oneself with this after-death body so that the act of dying will not create confusion in the psyche.

How do we fight back? By creating art.

If the world is made of language, then you can hack it in the sense that you can hack code.

What civilization is, is 6 billion people trying to make themselves happy by standing on each other's shoulders and kicking each other's teeth in. It's not a pleasant situation.