I'm Cautious About A Lot Of Words

I Just Read About John Le Carre, The Great Spy Novelist. He Had An Absolutely Miserable Childhood. His Mother Deserted Him When He Was Young. His Father Was A Playboy And A Drunk. He Was Shifted Around To Many Different Homes. He Knew He Was A Writer When He Was About Nine, But He Was Dyslexic. So Here Was A Person With An Absolutely Messed-up Childhood And A Symptom That Prevented Him From Doing What He Wanted To Do Most. Yet That Very Symptom Was Part Of The Calling. It Forced Him To Go Deeper.

I Think We're Miserable Partly Because We Have Only One God, And That's Economics.

I Can No Longer Be Sure Whether The Psyche Is In Me Or Whether I'm In The Psyche.

The Self Divided Is Precisely Where The Self Is Authentically Located. . . We All Have Identity Crises Because A Single Identity Is A Delusion Of The Monotheistic Mind. . . Authenticity Is In The Illusion, Playing It, Seeing Through It From Within As We Play It, Like An Actor Who Sees Through His Mask And Can Only See In This Way.

Of Course, A Culture As Manically And Massively Materialistic As Ours Creates Materialistic Behavior In Its People, Especially In Those People Who've Been Subjected To Nothing But The Destruction Of Imagination That This Culture Calls Education, The Destruction Of Autonomy It Calls Work, And The Destruction Of Activity It Calls Entertainment.