Fine tuning the institutions built by powdered wig guys two hundred years ago is a long shot at holding the whole thing together.

One reaches through to the continents and oceans of the imagination, worlds able to sustain anyone who will but play, and then lets the play deepen and deepen until it is a reality that few would even dare to entertain...The human imagination is the holographic organ of the human body, and we don't 'imagine' anything. We simply see things so far away that there is no possibility of validating or invalidating their existence.

Drugs induce paranoia and psychosis in people who have never taken any.

The felt presence of immediate experience-- this is all you know. Everything else comes as unconfirmed rumor.

The real nature of our predicament is completely opaque to us.

The only difference between a drug and a computer is that one is slightly too large to swallow. ... And our best people are working on that problem, even as we speak.

I believe that great weirdness stalks the universe. That's not the issue with me, but it is not tacky. It is not tacky.