History is anomalous, and there is no way to get used to it.

But technology is the real skin of our species. Humanity, correctly seen in the context of the last five hundred years, is an extruder of technological material. We take in matter that has a low degree of organization; we put it through mental filters, and we extrude jewelry, gospels, space shuttles. This is what we do. We are like coral animals embedded in a technological reef of extruded psychic objects. All our tool making implies our belief in an ultimate tool. That tool is the flying saucer, or the soul, exteriorized in three-dimensional space.

Reality is, you know, the tip of an iceberg of irrationality that we've managed to drag ourselves up onto for a few panting moments before we slip back into the sea of the unreal.

It is the people who are 'far out' who are gaining advantage in the evolutionary jostling for efficacious strategies.

Western civilization is a loaded gun pointed at the head of this planet.

The entire drug phenomenon of the 1960s happened without the concept of shamanism to help it along.

It's no big deal about how you get language to evolve. You cause language to evolve by saying new and intelligent things to each other.