The Way Out Is Through

Beauty Is Almost No Longer Possible If It Is Not A Lie.

To Mystify, In The Active Sense, Is To Befuddle, Cloud, Obscure, Mask Whatever Is Going On, Whether This Be Experience, Action, Or Process, Or Whatever Is "the Issue." It Induces Confusion In The Sense That There Is Failure To See What Is "really" Being Experienced, Or Being Done, Or Going On, And Failure To Distinguish Or Discriminate The Actual Issues. This Entails The Substitution Of False For True Constructions Of What Is Being Experienced, Being Done (praxis), Or Going On (process), And The Substitution Of False Issues For The Actual Issues.

Conventions Are Convenient. It Is Inconvenient To Say People Are Dead When They Are Alive, Or Alive When They Have Been Buried, Or That The World Is Crumbling When It Is, As Everyone Can See, There As Usual. If All A That Does Not Fit B Is Ipso Facto Disqualified, We Have To Tailor A To Shape And Size To Avoid Serious Trouble, And Not All Are Equally Gifted In This Art.

In The Society Of Men The Truth Resides Now Less In What Things Are Than In What They Are Not. Our Social Realities Are So Ugly If Seen In The Light Of Exiled Truth, And Beauty Is No Longer Possible If It Is Not A Lie.

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.