Everything appears to me to be authored, in some strange way. And I wonder if this is not the spreading assumption of the psychedelic illusion/delusion/revelation that life is in fact art.

What we call reality is in fact nothing more than a culturally sanctioned and linguistically reinforced hallucination.

You are a divine being. You matter, you count. You come from realms of unimaginable power and light, and you will return to those realms.

The bigger you build the bonfire, the more darkness is revealed.

If you don't have a plan, you become part of somebody else's plan.

As the bonfires of knowledge grow brighter, the more the darkness is revealed to our startled eyes.

The cost of sanity in this society, is a certain level of alienation

The problem is not to find the answer, it's to face the answer

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.

Nature is not mute, it is a man who is deaf.

Life lived in the absence of the psychedelic experience upon which primordial shamanism is based is life trivialized, life denied, life enslaved to the ego.

It's not easy to get close to anyone.... Everyone's afraid of everybody else.... maybe because we're all afraid of ourselves.

The comprehensibility of the world seems to me a wonder or eternal secret. Here lies the sense of wonder which increases even more with the development of our knowledge.

What's cool about Twitter is that you can make a joke about something very of-the-moment or random that I wouldn't be able to joke about in stand-up.

The proof of Fermat's Last Theorem underscores how stable mathematics is through the centuries - how mathematics is one of humanity's long continuous conversations with itself.

The costs savings was a big win, but now we also have a schedule of events and are clearly aware of when our contracts begin and end...we are much more strategic about how we source now.

God heard us. He sent help. He sent you.

The myriad things are complete in us. There is no greater joy than to reflect on ourselves and become sincere.

I don't like the stigma that comes with being called a poet . . . So I call what I'm doing an improvisational adventure or an inebriational travelogue.

When I was in my late teens I was already interested in philosophy.

Efficiency obliterates identity