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

What we call reality is in fact nothing more than a culturally sanctioned and linguistically reinforced hallucination.

Culture is a perversion. It fetishizes objects, creates consumer mania, it preaches endless forms of false happiness, endless forms of false understanding in the form of squirrelly religions and silly cults. It invites people to diminish themselves and dehumanize themselves by behaving like machines.

We are the inheritors of a million years of striving for the unspeakable.

There's something in the Western mind that gets very nervous when you try to talk about the bedrock of ontology.

I see the psychedelic experience as both the centerpiece of prehistoric life and destined to be the centerpiece of any future that we want to be part of.

We've painted ourselves into a corner where the only choice is real nightmare - triage, epidemic disease, famine, fascism, the collapse of human rights - or a leap to an entirely different level. We've taken business-as-usual off the menu. Now only the extreme possibilities loom.