In Describing One Way Of Going Mad,

The Fountain Has Not Played Itself Out, The Flame Still Shines, The River Still Flows, The Spring Still Bubbles Forth, The Light Has Not Faded. But Between Us And It, There Is A Veil Which Is More Like Fifty Feet Of Solid Concrete. Deus Absconditus. Or We Have Absconded.

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

Before One Goes Through The Gate One May Not Be Aware There Is A Gate One May Think There Is A Gate To Go Through And Look A Long Time For It Without Finding It One May Find It And It May Not Open If It Opens One May Be Through It As One Goes Through It One Sees That The Gate One Went Through Was The Self That Went Through It No One Went Through A Gate There Was No Gate To Go Through No One Ever Found A Gate No One Ever Realized There Was Never A Gate

We Are Effectively Destroying Ourselves By Violence Masquerading As Love. I Am A Specialist, God Help Me, In Events In Inner Space And Time, In Experiences Called Thoughts, Images, Reveries, Dreams, Visions, Hallucinations, Dreams Of Memories, Memories Of Dreams, Memories Of Visions, Dreams Of Hallucinations, Refractions Of Refractions Of Refractions Of That Original Alpha And Omega Of Experience And Reality, That Reality On Whose Repression, Denial, Splitting, Projection, Falsification, And General Desecration And Profanation Our Civilisation As Much As Anything Is Based.

Rule A: Don't. Rule A1: Rule A Doesn't Exist. Rule A2: Do Not Discuss The Existence Or Non-existence Of Rules A, A1 Or A2.