In The Context Of Our Present Pervasive

Perhaps God Is Not Dead; Perhaps God Himself Is Mad.

No One Has The Answer: We Are Answer And Question.

Beauty Is Almost No Longer Possible If It Is Not A Lie.

What Is To Be Done? We Who Are Still Half Alive, Living In The Often Fibrillating Heartland Of A Senescent Capitalism -- Can We Do More Than Reflect The Decay Around And Within Us? Can We Do More Than Sing Our Sad And Bitter Songs Of Disillusion And Defeat?

I Am Quite Sure That A Good Number Of "cures" Of Psychotics Consist In The Fact That The Patient Has Decided, For One Reason Or Other, Once More To Play At Being Sane.