Chaos Is Roving Through The System And

The Tryptamine Molecule Has This Unique Property Of Releasing The Structured Self Into The Over-self.

The World Is Mental In Some Way That We Do Not Yet Understand, But That Which We're Edging Toward Understanding. And The World Is Made Of Language. I Can't Say That Enough. Whenever We Get Into These Discussions About Reality, Or Effects In Space And Time, We Are Operating Outside This Assumption That The World Is Made Of Language.

The Culture Cannot Evolve Faster Than The Language. The Language Is The Flashlight That Shows The Path.

History Is The Siren Song Of The Soul.

The Cost Of Sanity In This Society, Is A Certain Level Of Alienation