Since the very beginning of culture, what we seem to be are animals which take in raw material and excrete it imprinted with ideas.

There is a belief that there is a hyperobject called Overmind, or God, that casts a shadow into time. History is our group experience if this shadow. As one draws closer and closer to the source of the shadow, the paradoxes intensify, the rate of change intensifies. What is happening is that the hyperobject is beginning to ingress into three-dimensional space.

I don't believe that shamanism without hallucinogens is authentic shamanism or comfortable shamanism.

We are the inheritors of a million years of striving for the unspeakable.

The word 'self' is as great a mystery as the word 'other'. It's just a polarity between two mysteries.

I regard these people who are peddling angst and peddling pessimism and all that stuff as so 'two minutes ago'.

Matter is simply a concept. The world is made of language.