I Was Twelve When I Read My

My Major Preoccupation Is The Question, 'what Is Reality?'

Any System Which Says, This Is A Rotten World, Wait For The Next, Give Up, Do Nothing, Succumb--that May Be The Basic Lie And If We Participate In Believing It And Acting (or Rather Not Acting) On It We Involve Ourselves In The Lie And Suffer Dreadfully... Which Only Reinforces That Particular Lie.

Are We To Assist It In Gaining Power In Order To Save Our Lives? Is That The Paradox Of Our Earthly Situation?

My Schedule For Today Lists A Six-hour Self-accusatory Depression.

Madness Has Its Own Dynamism. It Just Goes On.