Time Will Perfect Matter.

A Birth Is A Death. Everything You Treasure, And Believe In, And Love, And Relate To Is Destroyed For You When You Leave The Womb. And You Are Launched Into Another Modality, A Modality That Perhaps You Would Not Have Chosen But That You Cannot Do Anything About.

Psychedelic Experiences And Dreams Are Chemical Cousins; They Are Only Different In Degree.

It Is True That When You Smoke Dmt, For Example, At A Sufficiently High And Prepared Dose, You Get Elves, Everybody Does. All You Need Do, Is Inhale Deeply Three Times, And You Know... You Want Contact? You Want Elves? You Want Alien Contact? You'll Have That!

You May Miss The End Of The World, But You Definitely Are Going To Have A Front Row Seat For The End Of Your World.

For Me, The Glory Of The Human Animal Is Cognitive Activity.