My voice speaking is a monkey’s mouth making little mouth noises that are carrying agree-upon meaning, and it is meaning that matters. Without the meaning one has only little mouth noises.
My technique is don’t believe anything. If you believe in something, you are automatically precluded from believing its opposite.
Animals are something invented by plants to move seeds around. An extremely yang solution to a peculiar problem which they faced.
What is unusual about Earth is that language, literally, has become alive. It has infested matter. It is replicating and defining and building itself. And it is in us.
What civilization is, is 6 billion people trying to make themselves happy by standing on each other’s shoulders and kicking each other’s teeth in. It’s not a pleasant situation.
The purpose of life is to familiarize oneself with this after-death body so that the act of dying will not create confusion in the psyche.
Without sounding too cliche, the Internet really is the birth of global mind.
We are so much the victims of abstraction that with the Earth in flames we can barely rouse ourselves to wander across the room and look at the thermostat.
Nobody is smarter than you are. And what if they are? What good is their understanding doing you?
There is nobody who is so enlightened that they don’t need to work on themselves.
You put two egos together and you’ve either got a conflict, which is always interesting, or better yet, a love affair.
We have been to the moon, we have charted the depths of the ocean and the heart of the atom, but we have a fear of looking inward to ourselves because we sense that is where all the contradictions flow together.
What blinds us, or what makes historical progress very difficult, is our lack of awareness of our ignorance.
We were essentially torn from the Gaian womb, thrust into the birth canal of history, and expelled sometime around the fall of the Roman Empire into the cold hard world of modern science, existentialism and all the rest of it.
Culture is your operating system.
I’ll try to be around and about. But if I’m not, then you know that I’m behind your eyelids, and I’ll meet you there.
No one knows enough to worry.
The monkey body has carried us to this moment of release, but we are coming more and more to exist in a world made by the human imagination.
Life must be a preparation for the transition to another dimension.
What we call imagination is actually the universal library of what’s real. You couldn’t imagine it if it weren’t real somewhere, sometime.