The brain is a robot-computer perfectly designed to fabricate any reality we program it to construct.
Individual societies begin in harmonious adaptation to the environment and, like individuals, quickly get trapped into nonadaptive, artificial, repetitive sequences.
I’ve left specific instructions that I do not want to be brought back during a Republican administration.
Don’t be intimidated by Caesar’s Hollywood fake versions of religiosity. If life has a meaning for you beyond the TV-studio game, you are religious! Spell it out!
In the information age, you don’t teach philosophy as they did after feudalism. You perform it. If Aristotle were alive today he’d have a talk show.
Fundamentalist Christianity appeals to pre-civilized, prudish tribal people who are not ready for urban feudal pleasures.
One cannot understand the rhythms and meanings of the outer world until one has mastered the dialects of the body.
We live our lives from A-Z, but forget the other 24 letters in between.
The language of God is not English or Latin; the language of God is cellular and molecular.
I have always considered myself, when I learned what the word meant, I’ve always considered myself a Pagan.
My advice to myself and to everyone else, particularly young people, is to turn on, tune in and drop out.
Prayer is ecstatic communication with your innernavigational computer.
That intermediate manifestation of the divine process which we call the DNA code has spent the last 2 billion years making this planet a Garden of Eden.
Our assignment was to topple this prudish, judgmental civilization. And it worked.
LSD is known to induce psychosis, in people who have never used it.
Romantic poetry and fiction of the last 2000 years has blinded us to the fact that emotions are a low form of jungle consciousness. Emotional actions are the most contracted, dangerous form of fanatic stupor.
When men set out to kill and bully, they dress up. Suit of armor. Combat boots. Uniform.
To the elitist hedonist, life is the avoidance of boredom and routine.
Science fictions are suppressed only when likely to contribute more knowledge and freedom than the defensive orthodoxies they challenge.
Followers do not like themselves, of course; that’s why they crawl. And masters have nothing but contempt for their subservants, which is why they impose such colorful embarrassments upon them.
The brain is the key, the brain is the source, the brain is God. Everything that humans do is neuroecology.