There is not the Newtonian universe deployed throughout the parsecs and kiliocosms of physical space and the interior mental universe. They are the same thing.

The world is not an unsolved problem for scientists or sociologists. The world is a living mystery.

The numinous depth of the mystery that seems to have called us out of the animal mind is completely impenetrable to modern analysis.

And I don't mean this metaphorically. I want to be taken seriously as proposing that the ennui of modernity is the consequence of a disruptive symbiotic relationship between ourselves and vegetable nature.

I spend as many hours a day as I possibly can smoking cannabis

A singularity is a place where the rules are broken. A miracle is a singularity.

There is a spiritual obligation, there is a task to be done. It is not, however, something as simple as following a set of somebody else's rules