...my Point Is, I Went Crazy. When

Happiness Is The Most Insidious Prison Of All.

The Only Reality We Can Ever Truly Know Is That Of Our Perceptions, Our Own Consciousness, While That Consciousness, And Thus Our Entire Reality, Is Made Of Nothing But Signs And Symbols. Nothing But Language. Even God Requires Language Before Conceiving The Universe. See Genesis: “in The Beginning Was The Word.

While A Truncheon May Be Used In Lieu Of Conversation, Words Will Always Retain Their Power.

A World Grows Up Around Me. Am I Shaping It, Or Do Its Predetermined Contours Guide My Hand?

Never Despair. Never Surrender.