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You May Not Become A Celebrity. You May Even Experience Lots Of Illness Or Divorce, Or Unhappiness. But I Think There Is Still A Thread Of Individual Character That Determines How You Live Through Those Things.

Open Your Heart, Your Gaze, To The Visitations Of Angels, Even If The Gifts They Bring May Not Be Centeredness And Balance But Eccentricity And A Wholly Unfamiliar Sense Of Pleasure Called Joy.

I Like To Imagine A Person's Psyche To Be Like A Boardinghouse Full Of Characters. The Ones Who Show Up Regularly And Who Habitually Follow The House Rules May Not Have Met Other Long-term Residents Who Stay Behind Closed Doors, Or Who Only Appear At Night. An Adequate Theory Of Character Must Make Room For Character Actors, For The Stuntmen And Animal Handlers, For All The Figures Who Play Bit Parts And Produce Unexpected Acts. They Often Make The Show Fateful, Or Tragic, Or Farcically Absurd.

To Hope For Nothing, To Expect Nothing, To Demand Nothing. This Is Analytical Despair.

My War - And I Have Yet To Win A Decisive Battle - Is With The Modes Of Thought That And Conditioned Feelings That Prevail In Psychology And Therefore Also In The Way We Think And Feel About Our Being. Of These Conditions None Are More Tyrannical Than The Convictions That Clamp The Mind And Heart Into Positivistic Science (geneticism And Computerism), Economics (bottom-line Capitalism), And Single-minded Faith (fundamentalism).