Civilization is a diversion erected to escape the implications of psychedelic nature, you know? We build walls against it, we call it the howling wilderness, we say there are demons out there—let’s build whore houses and public baths and hold circuses, and at all costs let us not find ourselves alone in nature with the mystery, because it just peels you like a banana!
To go to the grave without a psychedelic experience is like going to the grave without ever having sex. It means that a major portion of what it is to be a human being—you just missed the point.
