Of Course, The Drug Does Not Produce

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.

Whenever In Doubt, Turn Off Your Mind, Relax, Float Downstream.

Individual Societies Begin In Harmonious Adaptation To The Environment And, Like Individuals, Quickly Get Trapped Into Nonadaptive, Artificial, Repetitive Sequences. When The Individual's Behavior And Consciousness Get Hooked To A Routine Sequence Of External Actions, He Is A Dead Robot, And It Is Time For Him To Die And Be Reborn. Time To "drop Out," "turn On," And "tune In.

The Brain Is A Robot-computer Perfectly Designed To Fabricate Any Reality We Program It To Construct.

When Men Set Out To Kill And Bully, They Dress Up. Suit Of Armor. Combat Boots. Uniform.