Each Morning, We Return From

Without Time For Loss You Don't Have Time For Soul.

Suppose That Throughout Your Childhood You Were Good With Numbers. Other Kids Used To Copy Your Homework. You Figured Store Discounts Faster Than Your Parents. People Came To You For Help With Such Things. So You Took Accounting And Eventually Became A Tax Auditor For The Irs. What An Embarrassing Job, Right? You Feel You Should Be Writing Poetry Or Doing Aviation Mechanics Or Whatever. But Then You Realize That Tax Collecting Can Be A Calling Too.

I'm Not Critical Of The People Who Do Psychotherapy. The Therapists In The Trenches Have To Face An Awful Lot Of The Social, Political, And Economic Failures Of Capitalism. They Have To Take Care Of All The Rejects And Failures. They Are Sincere And Work Hard With Very Little Credit, And The Hmos And The Pharmaceutical Companies And Insurance Companies Are Trying To Wipe Them Out. So Certainly I Am Not Attacking Them. I Am Attacking The Theories Of Psychotherapy.

My War - And I Have Yet To Win A Decisive Battle - Is With The Modes Of Thought That And Conditioned Feelings That Prevail In Psychology And Therefore Also In The Way We Think And Feel About Our Being. Of These Conditions None Are More Tyrannical Than The Convictions That Clamp The Mind And Heart Into Positivistic Science (geneticism And Computerism), Economics (bottom-line Capitalism), And Single-minded Faith (fundamentalism).

The Psyche Is Highly Flammable Material. So We Are Always Wrapping Things In Asbestos, Keeping Our Images And Fantasies At Arm's Length Because They Are So Full Of Love