We Use Concepts Like "consciousness"---"mind"---"personality," But We

For I Think Belief In God Is Not A Matter Of Reason At All; I Think It Finally Is A Matter Of Love.

Like The Brief Doomed Flare Of Exploding Suns That Registers Dimly On Blind Men's Eyes, The Beginning Of The Horror Passed Almost Unnoticed; In The Shriek Of What Followed, In Fact, Was Forgotten And Perhaps Not Connected To The Horror At All.

Yet I Think The Demon's Target Is Not The Possessed; It Is Us . . . The Observers . . . Every Person In This House. And I Think---i Think The Point Is To Make Us Despair; To Reject Our Own Humanity, Damien: To See Ourselves As Ultimately Bestial; As Ultimately Vile And Putrescent; Without Dignity; Ugly; Unworthy.

I Lived In Georgetown In The Late 70s About Four Houses Down From The Steps.

I'm Not Aware That I Was Consciously Influenced By Any Director, Though These Things Often Happen Unnoticed, Submerged In The Unconscious.