Philosophy Does Not Exist. It Is Nothing

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

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 Certain Cases, A Man Blind From Birth May Have An Operation Performed Which Gives Him His Sight. The Result: Frequently Misery, Confusion, Disorientation. The Light That Illumines The Madman Is An Unearthly Light, But I Do Not Believe It Is A Projection, An Emanation From His Mundane Ego. He Is Irradiated By A Light That Is More Than He. It May Burn Him Out.

The Way Out Is Through The Door You Came In.

The Dynamics And Structures Found In Those Groups Called Families In Our Society May Not Be Evident In Those Groups Called Families In Other Places And Times.