And the whole schtick of the psychedelic experience, I think, is reclaim immediate experience, realize that you out vote all parliaments, police forces, and major newspapers on the planet because, who knows, they may be illusions.

The possibility seems to be that what we call styles, or what we call motifs, are actually categories in the unconscious.

It is not easy to measure the ocean, but we can be measured by it, confront it, and be in it.

The drug may not be toxic, but you may be self-toxic, and you may discover this in the drug experience.

Human history is a Gaian dream.

We love to congratulate ourselves on the forward-leaning liberal society that we live in, and the truth is it's a bunch of rattle snake-handling fundamentalists that are much closer to Stalin than they are to FDR or anybody else like that.

There is a morphological enfoldment occurring on this planet. It is bringing forth some entirely new order of being. We are a privileged part of this.