Good Writin' Ain't Necessarily Good

I Believe That With The Advent Of Acid, We Discovered A New Way To Think, And It Has To Do With Piecing Together New Thoughts In Your Mind. Why Is It That People Think It's So Evil ? What Is It About It That Scares People So Deeply, Even The Guy That Invented It, What Is It ? Because They're Afraid That There's More To Reality Than They Have Confronted. That There Are Doors That They're Afraid To Go In, And They Don't Want Us To Go In There Either, Because If We Go In We Might Learn Something That They Don't Know. And That Makes Us A Little Out Of Their Control.

The Answer Is Never The Answer. What's Really Interesting Is The Mystery.

What The Chronics Are - Or Most Of Us - Are Machines With Flaws Inside That Can't Be Repaired, Flaws Born In, Or Flaws Beat In Over So Many Years Of The Guy Running Head-on Into Solid Things That By The Time The Hospital Found Him He Was Bleeding Rust In Some Vacant Lot.

This World Belongs To The Strong, My Friend! The Ritual Of Our Existence Is Based On The Strong Getting Stronger By Devouring The Weak. We Must Face Up To This. No More Than Right That It Should Be This Way. We Must Learn To Accept It As A Law Of The Natural World. The Rabbits Accept Their Role In The Ritual And Recognize The Wolf As The Strong. In Defense, The Rabbit Becomes Sly And Frightened And Elusive And He Digs Holes And Hides When The Wolf Is About. And He Endures, He Goes On. He Knows His Place. He Most Certainly Doesn't Challenge The Wolf To Combat. Now, Would That Be Wise? Would It?

Mr. Bibbit, You Might Warn This Mr. Harding That I'm So Crazy I Admit To Voting For Eisenhower. Bibbit! You Tell Mr. Mcmurphy I'm So Crazy I Voted For Eisenhower Twice! And You Tell Mr. Harding Right Back — He Puts Both Hands On The Table And Leans Down, His Voice Getting Low — That I'm So Crazy I Plan To Vote For Eisenhower Again This November.