This is the message of your life and my life - it’s that nothing lasts. Heraclitus said it: Panta Rhei. All flows, nothing lasts. Not your enemies, not your fortune, not who you sleep with at night, not the books, not the house in Saint-Tropez, not even the children - nothing lasts. To the degree that you avert your gaze from this truth, you build the potential for pain into your life. Everything is this act of embracing the present moment, the felt presence of experience, and then moving on to the next felt moment of experience. It’s literally psychological nomadism is what it is.

Psychedelics are actually a kind of miraculous reality that can stand the test of objective examination.

It's our machines and our technologies that are now the major evolutionary forces acting upon us. It's not our political systems.

No one knows enough to worry.

That's what a god is. Somebody who knows more than you do about whatever you're dealing with.

Alcoholism isn't a disease. It's a failure of self-image.

We are alienated, so alienated that the self must disguise itself as an extraterrestrial in order not to alarm us with the truly bizarre dimensions that it encompasses.