We need a pharmacological intervention on anti-social behavior or we are not going to get hold of our dilemma.

We are creatures of information and the imagination. The monkey we are already beginning to transform and shed. We don't look like the other monkeys, and we look less like them all the time.

We can't sell short the spiritual power of cannabis, especially when eaten.

People are concrescences of ambiguity.

Culture is another dimension.

Not to know one's true identity is to be a mad, disensouled thing — a golem. And, indeed, this image, sick-eningly Orwellian, applies to the mass of human beings now living in the high-tech industrial democracies. Their authenticity lies in their ability to obey and follow mass style changes that are conveyed through the media. Immersed in junk food, trash media, and cryp-tofascist politics, they are condemned to toxic lives of low awareness. Sedated by the prescripted daily television fix, they are a living dead, lost to all but the act of consuming.

The real secret of magic is that the world is made of words, and that if you know the words that the world is made of you can make of it whatever you wish.