History is the in-rushing toward what the Buddhists call the realm of the densely packed, a transformational realm where the opposites are unified.

To me it begins and ends with these psychedelic substances. The synergy of the psilocybin in the hominid diet brought us out of the animal mind and into the world of articulated speech and imagination.

What you call man is time.

I think there's a shamanic temperament, which is a person who craves knowledge, knowledge in the Greek sense of gnosis. In other words, knowledge not of the sort where you subscribe to Scientific American, and it validates what you believe, but cosmologies constructed out of immediate experiences that are found to be always applicable.

Human populations that do not have contact with the psychedelic tremendum are neurotic because they are male ego dominated.

We were essentially torn from the Gaian womb, thrust into the birth canal of history, and expelled sometime around the fall of the Roman Empire into the cold hard world of modern science, existentialism and all the rest of it.

As the bonfires of knowledge grow brighter, the more the darkness is revealed to our startled eyes.