For all we know, we know nothing.

We are alienated, so alienated that the self must disguise itself as an extraterrestrial in order not to alarm us with the truly bizarre dimensions that it encompasses.

Experientially there is only one religion, and it is shamanism and shamanic ecstasy.

I don't believe consciousness is generated in the brain any more than television programs are made inside my TV. The box is too small.

I connect the psychedelic dimension to the dimension of inspiration and dream.

It's the only hallucinogen I know, where if it's made right, the next day, or the day after the experience, you actually feel better than if you hadn't done it.

Cultures are virtual realities made of language.