Life, carefully examined, is actually a form of allegorical literature with a very tight constructural grid laid over it.

Capitalism is not a human being. Capitalism is a Moloch, a god, a god of bloody sacrifice that sees human beings as ants

The Internet is the global brain, the cyberspacially connected, telepathic, collective domain that we've all been hungering for.

Well, you could almost say, I suppose, that the scientist seeks what is similar between any two days, or bluebirds, or glaciers. And the poet seeks what is different. The artist seeks to celebrate the unique.

There is no hierarchy of elder knowledge in my social region of things. There are only people learning and sharing in a very complex environment.

The Earth itself is stepping in to aid in the agenda of cultural transformation. There are too many doorways in nature that lead to heaven, there are too many paths to the mystery for any institution or social policy to be able to thwart the intent of the human species to evolve.

What we call imagination is actually the universal library of what's real. You couldn’t imagine it if it weren’t real somewhere, sometime.