Madness Need Not Be All Breakdown. It

Our Capacity To Think, Except In The Service Of What We Are Dangerously Deluded In Supposing Is Our Self-interest And In Conformity With Common Sense, Is Pitifully Limited: Our Capacity Even To See, Hear, Touch, Taste And Smell Is So Shrouded In Veils Of Mystification That An Intensive Discipline Of Unlearning Is Necessary For Anyone Before One Can Begin To Experience The World Afresh, With Innocence, Truth And Love.

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

In Describing One Way Of Going Mad, I Shall Try To Show That There Is A Comprehensible Transition From The Sane Schizoid Way Of Being-in-the-world To A Psychotic Way Of Being-in-the-world.

The Condition Of Alienation, Of Being Asleep, Of Being Unconscious, Of Being Out Of One's Mind, Is The Condition Of The Normal Man.

The Universe Was A Vast Machine Yesterday, It Is A Hologram Today. Who Knows What Intellectual Rattle We'll Be Shaking Tomorrow.