The Universe Was A Vast Machine Yesterday,

The Universe Was A Vast Machine Yesterday, It Is A Hologram Today. Who Knows What Intellectual Rattle We'll Be Shaking Tomorrow.

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.

Our 'normal' 'adjusted' State Is Too Often The Abdication Of Ecstasy, The Betrayal Of Our True Potentialities.

No One Has The Answer: We Are Answer And Question.

What We Take Anything To Be Profoundly Affects How We Go About Describing It, And How We Describe Something Profoundly Affects How We Go About Explaining, Accounting For, Or Understanding What Is What We Are, In A Sense, Defining, By Our Description.