We Live Equally Out Of Our Bodies

Life Is A Sexually Transmitted Disease.

What Do You Do When You Don't Know What To Do? No Wonder There Are More Suicides Among Psychiatrists Than In Any Other Profession.

The Way Out Is Through The Door You Came In.

In A World Full Of Danger, To Be A Potentially Seeable Object Is To Be Constantly Exposed To Danger. Self-consciousness, Then, May Be The Apprehensive Awareness Of Oneself As Potentially Exposed To Danger By The Simple Fact Of Being Visible To Others. The Obvious Defence Against Such A Danger Is To Make Oneself Invisible In One Way Or Another.

From The Alienated Starting Point Of Our Pseudo-sanity, Everything Is Equivocal. Our Sanity Is Not "true" Sanity. Their Madness Is Not "true" Madness. The Madness Of Our Patients Is An Artifact Of The Destruction Wreaked On Them By Us, And By Them On Themselves.