Life Is A Sexually Transmitted Disease.

Creative People Who Can't Help But Explore Other Mental Territories Are At Greater Risk, Just As Someone Who Climbs A Mountain Is More At Risk Than Someone Who Just Walks Along A Village Lane.

From The Alienated Starting Point Of Our Pseudo-sanity, Everything Is Equivocal. Our Sanity Is Not "true" Sanity. Their Madness Is Not "true" Madness. The Madness Of Our Patients Is An Artifact Of The Destruction Wreaked On Them By Us, And By Them On Themselves.

When I Go Beyond A Certain Range It's Outside Of My Direct Horizon Therefore I've Got To Rely On The Writings And Personal Communications Given To Me By Other People That I Know.... I've Got To Try To Piece Together Some Tentative Information Picture Of What The Whole Thing Is Like, But I'm Aware That It Becomes More And More Speculative As It Becomes More And More Second, Third, Fourth Hand. And This Applies To Absolutely Everyone.

Do Not Adjust Your Mind, The Fault Is In Reality.

We Live In A Moment Of History Where Change Is So Speeded Up That We Begin To See The Present Only When It Is Already Disappearing.