Twentieth-century culture's disease is the inability to feel their reality. People cluster to TV, soap operas, movies, theater, pop idols and they have wild emotion over symbols. But in the reality of their own lives, they're emotionally dead.

I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft.

Let's just say I was testing the bounds of reality...

I'll never wake up in a good mood again. I'm tired of these stinky boots

We fear violence less than our own feelings. Personal, private, solitary pain is more terrifying than what anyone else can inflict.

Some people surrender their freedom willingly but others are forced to surrender it. Imprisonment begins with birth. Society, parents they refuse to allow you to keep the freedom you were born with. There are subtle ways to punish a person for daring to feel. You see that everyone around you has destroyed his true feeling nature. You imitate what you see.

The world becomes an apparently infinite, yet possibly finite, card game. Image combinations, permutations, comprise the world game.