What We Call "normal" Is A Product

A Psychiatrist Who Professes To Be A Healer Of Souls, But Who Keeps People Asleep, Treats Them For Waking Up, And Drugs Them Asleep Again (increasingly Effectively As This Field Of Technology Sharpens Its Weapons), Helps To Drive Them Crazy.

We Are All In A Post-hypnotic Trance Induced In Early Infancy.

The Fountain Has Not Played Itself Out, The Flame Still Shines, The River Still Flows, The Spring Still Bubbles Forth, The Light Has Not Faded. But Between Us And It, There Is A Veil Which Is More Like Fifty Feet Of Solid Concrete. Deus Absconditus. Or We Have Absconded.

If I Do Not Know That I Do Not Know, I Think I Know. If I Do Not Know That I Know, I Think I Do Not Know.

True Sanity Entails In One Way Or Another The Dissolution Of The Normal Ego, That False Self Competently Adjusted To Our Alienated Social Reality... And Through This Death A Rebirth And The Eventual Re-establishment Of A New Kind Of Ego-functioning, The Ego Now Being The Servant Of The Divine, No Longer Its Betrayer.