Nature is actually the goal at the end of history.

I believe reality is a marvelous joke staged for my edification and amusement and everybody is working very hard to make me happy.

If the ego is not regularly and repeatedly dissolved in the unbounded hyperspace of the Transcendent Other, there will always be slow drift away from the sense of self as part of nature’s larger whole. The ultimate consequence of this drift is the fatal ennui that now permeates Western Civilization.

I'm fascinated by hallucinations. I mean, to me that is the sina qua non that you're getting somewhere.

I regard these people who are peddling angst and peddling pessimism and all that stuff as so 'two minutes ago'.

The imagination is the goal of history. I see culture as an effort to literally realize our collective dreams.

There is this persistent theme in all of these notions that death is made more easy, whatever that means, if you've learned the territory before you get there. And you know, in the Mahayana Buddhist situation it even becomes as extreme as saying; 'life is essentially a preparation for death, a studying of the maps of a learning of the skills a packing of your picnic basket so that when you get out there and demons are sniffing you up one side and down the other you don't bungle your mantras'.