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

Nobody is smarter than you are. And what if they are? What good is their understanding doing you?

What is needed, is an awakening.

The creative act is a letting down of the net of human imagination into the ocean of chaos on which we are suspended, and the attempt to bring out of it ideas.

Belief is a form of infantilism. There is no ground for believing anything.

Culture is a perversion. It fetishizes objects, creates consumer mania, it preaches endless forms of false happiness, endless forms of false understanding in the form of squirrelly religions and silly cults. It invites people to diminish themselves and dehumanize themselves by behaving like machines.

Human history is a Gaian dream.