Inevitably out of the psychedelic experience emerges not despair, not self-indulgence, but wild-eyed idealism, that's the inevitable product of any psychedelically driven social process.

Cultures are virtual realities made of language.

The possibility seems to be that what we call styles, or what we call motifs, are actually categories in the unconscious.

When we look within ourselves with psilocybin, we discover that we do not have to look outward toward the futile promise of life that circles distant stars in order to still our cosmic loneliness. We should look within; the paths of the heart lead to nearby universes full of life and affection for humanity.

One way of assessing the toxicity of a drug is how do you feel the next day?

It was the fall into history that enslaved us to the labor cycle, to the agricultural cycle. And notice how fiendish it is.

The culture cannot evolve faster than the language. The language is the flashlight that shows the path.