Life Is A Sexually Transmitted Disease.

The Universe Was A Vast Machine Yesterday, It Is A Hologram Today. Who Knows What Intellectual Rattle We'll Be Shaking Tomorrow.

If I Hazard A Guess As To The Most Endemic, Prevalent Anxiety Among Human Beings-including Fear Of Death, Abandonment, Loneliness-nothing Is More Prevalent Than The Fear Of One Another.

I, For Instance, Regard Any Particular Man As Finite, As One Who Has Had A Beginning And Who Will Have An End. He Has Been Born, And He Is Going To Die. In The Meantime, He Has A Body That Roots Him To This Time And This Place.

Our Capacity To Think, Except In The Service Of What We Are Dangerously Deluded In Supposing Is Our Self-interest And In Conformity With Common Sense, Is Pitifully Limited: Our Capacity Even To See, Hear, Touch, Taste And Smell Is So Shrouded In Veils Of Mystification That An Intensive Discipline Of Unlearning Is Necessary For Anyone Before One Can Begin To Experience The World Afresh, With Innocence, Truth And Love.

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.