Schizophrenia Is A Successful Attempt Not To

Few Books Today Are Forgivable. Black On Canvas, Silence On The Screen, An Empty White Sheet Of Paper Are Perhaps Feasible.

True Sanity Entails In One Way Or Another The Dissolution Of The Normal Ego, That False Self Competently Adjusted To Our Alienated Social Reality... And Through This Death A Rebirth And The Eventual Re-establishment Of A New Kind Of Ego-functioning, The Ego Now Being The Servant Of The Divine, No Longer Its Betrayer.

We Have To Realize That We Are As Deeply Afraid To Live And To Love As We Are To Die.

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.

What Is To Be Done? We Who Are Still Half Alive, Living In The Often Fibrillating Heartland Of A Senescent Capitalism -- Can We Do More Than Reflect The Decay Around And Within Us? Can We Do More Than Sing Our Sad And Bitter Songs Of Disillusion And Defeat?