If the ego is not regularly and repeatedly dissolved in the unbounded hyperspace of the Transcendent Other, there will always be slow drift away from the sense of self as part of nature’s larger whole. The ultimate consequence of this drift is the fatal ennui that now permeates Western Civilization.

I think there is a global commonality of understanding coming into being. And it is not necessarily fostered by institutions.

We are like caterpillars contemplating pupation.

No one is in charge of this process, this is what makes history so interesting, it's a runaway freight train on a dark and stormy night.

Mind conjures miracles out of time.

Nothing is as boundary dissolving, except for psychedelic compounds, as travel. Travel is up there.

So when you look at the eschaton what you see, strangely enough, is your own face.