The Only Truly Alien Planet Is Earth.

They Thrived On The Rapid Turnover Of Acquaintances, The Lack Of Involvement With Others, And The Total Self-sufficiency Of Lives Which, Needing Nothing, Were Never Dissapointed.

The Twentieth Century Ended With Its Dreams In Ruins. The Notion Of The Community As A Voluntary Association Of Enlightened Citizens Has Died Forever. We Realize How Suffocatingly Humane We've Become, Dedicated To Moderation And The Middle Way. The Suburbanization Of The Soul Has Overrun Our Planet Like The Plague.

We Live In A World Ruled By Fictions Of Every Kind - Mass Merchandising, Advertising, Politics Conducted As A Branch Of Advertising, The Instant Translation Of Science And Technology Into Popular Imagery, The Increasing Blurring And Intermingling Of Identities Within The Realm Of Consumer Goods, The Preempting Of Any Free Or Original Imaginative Response To Experience By The Television Screen. We Live Inside An Enormous Novel.

Medicine Was Certainly Intended To Be A Career. I Wanted To Become A Psychiatrist, An Adolescent Ambition Which, Of Course, Is Fulfilled By Many Psychiatrists.

Consumerism Is So Weird. Its A Sort Of Conspiracy We Collude In. Youd Think Shoppers Spending Their Hard-earned Cash Would Be Highly Critical. You Know That The Manufacturers Are Trying To Have You On.