Man, I'm Sick Of Doubt.

I Believe In A Long, Prolonged, Derangement Of The Senses In Order To Obtain The Unknown.

There May Be A Time When We'll Attend Weather Theaters To Recall The Sensation Of Rain.

Is Everybody In?... Is Everybody In?... Is Everybody In? The Ceremony Is About To Begin... The Program For This Evening Is Not New. You've Seen This Entertainment Through And Through. You've Seen Your Birth, Your Life And Death. You Might Recall All The Rest. Did You Have A Good World When You Died? Enough To Base A Movie On?

The Subject Says: I See First Many Things Which Dance... Then Everything Gradually Becomes Connected.

We Are Content In The 'given' In Sensation's Quest. We Have Been Metamorphosised From A Mad Body Dancing On Hillsides To A Pair Of Eyes Staring In The Dark.