Pain In This Life Is Not Avoidable,

In The Society Of Men The Truth Resides Now Less In What Things Are Than In What They Are Not. Our Social Realities Are So Ugly If Seen In The Light Of Exiled Truth, And Beauty Is No Longer Possible If It Is Not A Lie.

From The Alienated Starting Point Of Our Pseudo-sanity, Everything Is Equivocal. Our Sanity Is Not "true" Sanity. Their Madness Is Not "true" Madness. The Madness Of Our Patients Is An Artifact Of The Destruction Wreaked On Them By Us, And By Them On Themselves.

In The Context Of Our Present Pervasive Madness That We Call Normality, Sanity, Freedom, All Our Frames Of Reference Are Ambiguous And Equivocal.

The Range Of What We Think And Do Is Limited By What We Fail To Notice.

Our Behavior Is A Function Of Our Experience. We Act According To The Way We See Things. If Our Experience Is Destroyed, Our Behavior Will Be Destructive. If Our Experience Is Destroyed, We Have Lost Our Own Selves.