They Are Playing A Game. They Are

How Do We Define, How Do We Describe, How Do We Explain And/or Understand Ourselves? What Sort Of Creatures Do We Take Ourselves To Be? What Are We? Who Are We? Why Are We? How Do We Come To Be What Or Who We Are Or Take Ourselves To Be? How Do We Give An Account Of Ourselves? How Do We Account For Ourselves, Our Actions, Interactions, Transactions (praxis), Our Biologic Processes? Our Specific Human Existence?

We Are All Murderers And Prostitutes - No Matter To What Culture, Society, Class, Nation One Belongs, No Matter How Normal, Moral, Or Mature, One Takes Oneself To Be.

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

We Live In A Moment Of History Where Change Is So Speeded Up That We Begin To See The Present Only When It Is Already Disappearing.

When I Go Beyond A Certain Range It's Outside Of My Direct Horizon Therefore I've Got To Rely On The Writings And Personal Communications Given To Me By Other People That I Know.... I've Got To Try To Piece Together Some Tentative Information Picture Of What The Whole Thing Is Like, But I'm Aware That It Becomes More And More Speculative As It Becomes More And More Second, Third, Fourth Hand. And This Applies To Absolutely Everyone.