No monster vibration, no snake universe hallucinations. Many tiny jeweled violet flowers along the path of a living brook that looked like Blake's illustration for a canal in grassy Eden: huge Pacific watery shore, Orlovsky dancing naked like Shiva long-haired before giant green waves, titanic cliffs that Wordsworth mentioned in his own Sublime, great yellow sun veiled with mist hanging over the planet's oceanic horizon. No harm.

Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness.

Things are symbols of themselves.

Scientist alone is true poet he gives us the moon he promises the stars he'll make us a new universe if it comes to that.

I don't do anything with my life except romanticize and decay with indecision.

This is the same notion - Catholic exorcism, psychotherapy, shamanistic practices - getting to the moment when whatever it was gained access. And also to the name of the spirit. Just to know that it's the Ugly Spirit. That's a great step. Because the spirit doesn't want its name to be known.

It's time we did something to assert ourselves. After all, we do comprise 10% of the population.