Small Jerks Began To Appear In My

But Things Worked Out. Everything Works Out. Though Sometimes They Work Out Sideways.

Truth Is Neither Ojectivity Nor The Balanced View; Truth Is A Selfless Subjectivity.

The Whisper Of The Blood And The Pleading Of The Bone Marrow.

What If One Were Up There, Drifting About Among Suns And Feeling The Tails Of Comets Fan One's Forehead! How Small The Earth Was And How Puny The People; A Norway Of Two Million Provincial Souls And A Mortgage Bank To Help Feed Them! What Was Life Worth At Such A Rate? You Elbowed Yourself Ahead In The Sweat Of Your Face For A Few Mortal Years, Only To Perish All The Same, All The Same!

I Was Conscious All The Time That I Was Following Mad Whims Without Being Able To Do Anything About It … . Despite My Alienation From Myself At That Moment, And Even Though I Was Nothing But A Battleground For Invisible Forces, I Was Aware Of Every Detail Of What Was Going On Around Me.