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.

One of the things that's so striking about shamanism in the native context is the absence of mental illness.

Ultimately what we're touching is the invisible, all-pervasive intelligence that surrounds us and penetrates us. It is grooming us to be able to tolerate its splendor. It can't just reveal itself openly because we would be forfeited; we'd never know what hit us.

What history is, essentially, is a careening, out-of-control effort to find our way back to this state of primordial balance.

The party impulse is a very subversive impulse. I mean, you know, a lot of artists have too much integrity to sell their art as a brand; but who has so much integrity that they would turn down a party?

In the silence, in the darkness, swept away by these alien alkaloids and the plant-mind behind them, you find out a truth that can barely be told. And most of it can't be told.