It’s pretty simple, the ethical life. It’s just demanding.
Ideology always paves the way toward atrocity.
Time will perfect matter.
Human history is a Gaian dream.
The discs which haunt the skies of Earth indicate that the unconscious cannot be kept waiting forever. These things are going to have to be dealt with.
Death is the black hole of biology. It’s an event horizon, and once you go over that event horizon, no information can be passed back out of the hole.
Drugs induce paranoia and psychosis in people who have never taken any.
It’s a product of the fractal laws that govern the world at an informational level. There is no deeper truth.
If you charge off with some political agenda that is not informed by clarity, you are going to end up with business as usual. The road to hell is paved with good intentions but it is not paved with clarity.
We have wandered into a state of prolonged neurosis because of the absence of a direct pipeline to the unconscious and we have then fallen victim to priestcraft of every conceivable sort.
We have to claim anarchy and realize that systems have a life of their own that is anti-humanist. There is definitely an anti-humanist tendency in all systems.
History is the in-rushing toward what the Buddhists call the realm of the densely packed, a transformational realm where the opposites are unified.
I’m not trying to sign people up to a creed, I’m much more interested in the people that disagree. These ideas are powerful but this isn’t mysticism in the ordinary sense to be protected by mumblings about faith and all that. This is the real thing.
You know what, I’m stoned, and I’m proud.
History is rooted in the future.
We are part of a symbiotic relationship with something which disguises itself as an extra-terrestrial invasion so as not to alarm us.
Psychedelics are probably responsible for every aspect of human evolution apart from the decline in bodyhair.
We’re not dropping out here, we’re infiltrating and taking over.
We don’t have to look far for miracles because they’re all around us. Everything is astonishing. The universe on it’s surface is alive with mystery.
We are alienated, so alienated that the self must disguise itself as an extraterrestrial in order not to alarm us with the truly bizarre dimensions that it encompasses.