What We Call "normal" Is A Product

In Describing One Way Of Going Mad, I Shall Try To Show That There Is A Comprehensible Transition From The Sane Schizoid Way Of Being-in-the-world To A Psychotic Way Of Being-in-the-world.

We Are Effectively Destroying Ourselves By Violence Masquerading As Love. I Am A Specialist, God Help Me, In Events In Inner Space And Time, In Experiences Called Thoughts, Images, Reveries, Dreams, Visions, Hallucinations, Dreams Of Memories, Memories Of Dreams, Memories Of Visions, Dreams Of Hallucinations, Refractions Of Refractions Of Refractions Of That Original Alpha And Omega Of Experience And Reality, That Reality On Whose Repression, Denial, Splitting, Projection, Falsification, And General Desecration And Profanation Our Civilisation As Much As Anything Is Based.

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

The Brotherhood Of Man Is Evoked By Particular Men According To Their Circumstances. But It Seldom Extends To All Men. In The Name Of Our Freedom And Our Brotherhood We Are Prepared To Blow Up The Other Half Of Mankind And To Be Blown Up In Our Turn.

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.