The Square Root Of Nothing.

No One Acts Or Experiences In A Vacuum.

We Are Effectively Destroying Ourselves By Violence Masquerading As Love. I Am A Specialist, God Help Me, In Events In Inner Space And Time, In Experiences Called Thoughts, Images, Reveries, Dreams, Visions, Hallucinations, Dreams Of Memories, Memories Of Dreams, Memories Of Visions, Dreams Of Hallucinations, Refractions Of Refractions Of Refractions Of That Original Alpha And Omega Of Experience And Reality, That Reality On Whose Repression, Denial, Splitting, Projection, Falsification, And General Desecration And Profanation Our Civilisation As Much As Anything Is Based.

The Individual In The Ordinary Circumstances Of Living May Feel More Unreal Than Real; In A Literal Sense, More Dead Than Alive; Precariously Differentiated From The Rest Of The World, So That His Identity And Autonomy Are Always In Question.... He May Not Possess An Over-riding Sense Of Personal Consistency Or Cohesiveness. He May Feel More Insubstantial Than Substantial, And Unable To Assume That The Stuff He Is Made Of Is Genuine, Good, Valuable. And He May Feel His Self As Partially Divorced From His Body.

The Range Of What We Think And Do Is Limited By What We Fail To Notice.

Attempts To Wake Before Our Time Are Often Punished, Especially By Those Who Love Us Most. Because They, Bless Them, Are Asleep. They Think Anyone Who Wakes Up, Or Who, Still Asleep, Realizes That What Is Taken To Be Real Is A ‘dream’ Is Going Crazy.