The boundary line between self and external world bears no relation to reality; the distinction between ego and world is made by spitting out part of the inside, and swallowing in part of the outside.
To be is to be vulnerable.
Meaning is not in things but in between them.
All currency is neurotic currency.
Resisting madness is the maddest way of being mad.
The insane do not share the normal prejudice in favor of external reality.