Psychedelics are probably responsible for every aspect of human evolution apart from the decline in bodyhair.

Notice that the whole story of Eden is the story of the struggle over a woman's relationship to a psychoactive plant.

As the bonfires of knowledge grow brighter, the more the darkness is revealed to our startled eyes.

If you don't have a plan, you become part of somebody else's plan.

As I see it, Being, the Cosmos, whatever you want to call it, is a struggle between two implacable forces: Novelty on the one side and habit on the other side.

We are like coral animals in a vast reef of excreted technological material that is wired for solid state data transfer.

This is what I believe: That we are not pushed from behind by the casual unfolding of historical necessity, but that we are in the grip of an attractor of some sort, which lies ahead of us in time.