I'm not an abuser. It takes me a long time to assimilate each experience. And I never have lost my respect for it. I mean I really feel dread. It is one of the emotions I always feel as I approach it, because I have no faith that my sails won't be ripped this time.

People without plants are in a state of perpetual neurosis, a state of existential wanting.

I do not think that the government, under the guise of some phony, alarmist, pseudo-scientific rhetoric, should attempt to control the evolution of consciousness. After all, if these things truly are consciousness-expanding, it doesn't take too much intelligence to realize that it is the absence of consciousness that is causing our flirtation with extinction and planetary disaster.

We are like caterpillars contemplating pupation.

It seems to me that right under the surface of human neurological organization is a mode shift of some sort that would make language beholdable.

Beauty is self-defined, perceived and understood without ambiguity. It's the stuff that lies under the skins of our individual existences.

The world is not an unsolved problem for scientists or sociologists. The world is a living mystery.