Their university degrees, their textbooks, their statistical analysis, and their lacking personal familiarity with experiences outside the range of usual human experience disqualifies them as human beings in my books.
They’re human doings incapable of being. Just another breed of sheeple. Über sheeple.
They are not experts in any field of being.
Who’s to say insanity is not normal?
Or, is being
normal not
just another
form of
being insane?
Insanity,
after all, is
repeating the
same
behaviour
and
expecting
different
outcomes… and
that is exactly what
sheeple do each
day.
They get up, put on their goody-two-shoes and blindfolds, and follow the flock around from dawn to dusk.
When they get home from a hard day’s work as white collar slaves to the capitalist system, they eat, they fuck, and they watch a romantic comedy.
That’s it for them.
They’ve looked into the abyss of mediocrity in an idiocratic coffee shop society that considers shopping malls as art galleries.
How intensely exiting!
The line between sanity and insanity is not a straight blurred vector; nor is the line between normal and ab- normal. It is a very clear fractal curve in a chaotic system swirling towards the event horison of an abysmal singularity leading to self discovery.
Perhaps then, the only way to discover who you really are, is to step over that fractal curve and… kill someone… and fuck the corpse… and then eat the corpse…
ALYCE