Nature has an economy, an elegance, a style, that if we could but emulate it we could rise out of the rubble we are making out of the planet.
How do we fight back? By creating art.
Alchemy is really the secret tradition of the redemption of spirit from matter.
I don’t believe consciousness is generated in the brain any more than television programs are made inside my TV. The box is too small.
Closure is a neurotic and infantile demand to make upon reality, other people, or language.
The surface of things is not where attention should rest.
We are going through the eye of the needle; make sure you leave what you don’t need behind.
We can move no faster than the evolution of our language, and this is certainly part of what the psychedelics are about: they force the evolution of language.
Reality itself is not static. This is one of the things that the psychedelic is trying to put across, that the reality we’re embedded in is itself some kind of an organism and is evolving toward a conclusion.
I think what’s really happening is that a dialogue opens up between the ego and these larger, more integrated parts of the psyche that are normally hidden from view.
The psychedelic issue is a civil rights and civil liberties issue. It is an issue concerned with the most basic of human freedoms: religious practice and the privacy of the individual mind.
Psychedelic experiences and dreams are chemical cousins; they are only different in degree.
The quality of rhetoric emanating from the psychedelic community must improve radically. If it does not, we will forfeit the reclamation of our birthright and all opportunity for exploring the psychedelic dimension will be closed off.
When we free ourselves we are not freed into a void. When we free ourselves we are freed into a dimension in which Art is an obligation.
Knowledge, or verbal facility, is no proof that you know what you’re talking about.
Terror of the future can be put out to pasture with psychedelic shamanism.
That’s what a god is. Somebody who knows more than you do about whatever you’re dealing with.
The engineers of the future will be poets.
There’s only the integrity of doing and having done.
Reality is, you know, the tip of an iceberg of irrationality that we’ve managed to drag ourselves up onto for a few panting moments before we slip back into the sea of the unreal.