The Square Root Of Nothing.

Experience Is Mad When It Steps Beyond The Horizons Of Our Common, That Is, Our Communal Sense.

Even Facts Become Fictions Without Adequate Ways Of Seeing "the Facts". We Do Not Need Theories So Much As The Experience That Is The Source Of The Theory. We Are Not Satisfied With Faith, In The Sense Of An Implausible Hypothesis Irrationally Held: We Demand To Experience The "evidence".

In Our Society Many Of The Old Rituals Have Lost Much Of Their Power. New Ones Have Not Arisen.

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.

They Are Playing A Game. They Are Playing At Not Playing A Game. If I Show Them I See They Are, I Shall Break The Rules And They Will Punish Me. I Must Play Their Game, Of Not Seeing I See The Game.