The bigger you build the bonfire, the more darkness is revealed.
If the words ‘life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness’ don’t include the right to experiment with your own consciousness, then the Declaration of Independence isn’t worth the hemp it was written on.
The problem is not to find the answer, it’s to face the answer.
Life lived in the absence of the psychedelic experience that primordial shamanism is based on is life trivialized, life denied, life enslaved to the ego.
There is an angel within the monkey struggling to get free, and this is what the historical crisis is all about.
The main thing to understand is that we are imprisoned in some kind of work of art.
Our world is endangered by the absence of good ideas.
We live in condensations of our imagination.
Nature loves courage. You make the commitment and nature will respond to that commitment by removing impossible obstacles. Dream the impossible dream, and the world will not grind you under; it will lift you up.
Nothing comes unannounced, but many can miss the announcement. So it’s very important to actually listen to your own intuition rather than driving through it.
Language, thought, analysis, art, dance, poetry, mythmaking: these are the things that point the way toward the realm of the eschaton.
We are the inheritors of a million years of striving for the unspeakable.
If we could feel what we are doing to the Earth, we would stop immediately.
To date, the enterprise of thinking has moved us radically away from understanding anything.
You are the cutting edge of a thirteen billion year old process of defining novelty. Your acts matter. Your thoughts matter. Your purpose? To add to the complexity. Your enemy? Disorder, entropy, stupidity, and tastelessness.
You see, a secret is not something untold. It’s something which can’t be told.
Beauty is self-defined, perceived and understood without ambiguity. It’s the stuff that lies under the skins of our individual existences.
We are consciousness. We may not always be monkeys.
Half the time you think you’re thinking, you’re actually listening.
Well, you could almost say, I suppose, that the scientist seeks what is similar between any two days, or bluebirds, or glaciers. And the poet seeks what is different. The artist seeks to celebrate the unique.