It is not easy to measure the ocean, but we can be measured by it, confront it, and be in it.

It [culture] invites people to diminish themselves, and dehumanize themselves by behaving like machines, meme processors of memes passed down from Madison Avenue, and Hollywood, and what have you.

Our ability to destroy ourselves is the mirror image of our ability to save ourselves.

The testimony of DMT, for me, is that there is a nearby dimension, teeming with intelligences, that from one of the more conservative perspectives seems like an ecology of souls.

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.

This is how magic is done. By hurling yourself into the abyss and discovering its a feather bed.

Closure is a neurotic and infantile demand to make upon reality, other people, or language.