In The Society Of Men The Truth

If I Hazard A Guess As To The Most Endemic, Prevalent Anxiety Among Human Beings-including Fear Of Death, Abandonment, Loneliness-nothing Is More Prevalent Than The Fear Of One Another.

The Schizophrenic May Indeed Be Mad. He Is Mad. He Is Not Ill. I Have Been Told By People Who Have Been Through The Mad Experience How What Was Then Revealed To Them Was Veritable Manna From Heaven. The Person's Whole Life May Be Changed, But It Is Difficult Not To Doubt The Validity Of Such Vision. Also, Not Everyone Comes Back To Us Again.

In Certain Cases, A Man Blind From Birth May Have An Operation Performed Which Gives Him His Sight. The Result: Frequently Misery, Confusion, Disorientation. The Light That Illumines The Madman Is An Unearthly Light, But I Do Not Believe It Is A Projection, An Emanation From His Mundane Ego. He Is Irradiated By A Light That Is More Than He. It May Burn Him Out.

From The Moment Of Birth, When The Stone-age Baby Confronts The Twentieth-century Mother, The Baby Is Subjected To These Forces Of Violence Called Love, As Its Father And Mother And Their Parents And Their Parents Before Them, Have Been. These Forces Are Mainly Concerned With Destroying Most Of Its Potential.

How Do We Define, How Do We Describe, How Do We Explain And/or Understand Ourselves? What Sort Of Creatures Do We Take Ourselves To Be? What Are We? Who Are We? Why Are We? How Do We Come To Be What Or Who We Are Or Take Ourselves To Be? How Do We Give An Account Of Ourselves? How Do We Account For Ourselves, Our Actions, Interactions, Transactions (praxis), Our Biologic Processes? Our Specific Human Existence?