Have you ever been laying within a stillness which compelled you to take inaction lest you be forced with an inferior action?

I am the embodiment of waste. The government and the medium have never let you down before... why should "they" start now?

I have, in the past, deliberately, consciously (if such it can be called) made things worse for your own betterment. And no, I do not expect your thanks. Your ignorance is bliss enough.

Allow me to explain things another way. A highly literal, logical, straightforward way which makes far too much sense. Each and every individual brain (i.e. typical members of society behaving and assuming typically) represents a neural net independent of the relatively pedantic constraints which elementary human rationalism presupposes implicitly to define. The real trick to having fun, understanding yourself, and/or not being perpetually baffled remains a function of your ability to disconnect the elemental functions of your senses cum base layer interpretation.

Natch, you haven't the faintest, so I, in my infinite wisdom, will elaborate. Or elaborately simplify. What I'm trying to say is that it's extremely difficult to connect the subconscious mind with the conscious mind. The ordinary human being attains this only in the midst of deep dreaming. Beyond the standard dreamscape, most people obtain it only via the imbibement of a substantial amount of drugs.

And no, I am not, despite the rather libertarian bent of Classical Values, advocate drug use. Not in any way, shape, or form. In fact, I regard such consumption as a de-rendering of insight. Preposterously so.

Tim Leary, R. A. Wilson, the beat poets, and countless pretenders have all attempted to emulate the peculiar links, establishments, reflections, personifications... of the realities which they artificially constructed. Those constructions being but a reflection of an extraordinarily simple complex: the jointure of conscious with unconscious in an attempt to attain understanding beyond the capacity of the "standard" life.

You must seek to escape the constraints of such mundane bounds... not that I think you (and I mean YOU) are actually capable of such. But fortunately--for you--the jury is permanently out. What with how the jury has not yet been in.

You poor bastards. You don’t realize how fortunate you are.

Update: Sanity is a madness put to good use.
- George Santayana