I Tend To Think That

Well, If I'm Only A Result Of Past Causes, Then I'm A Victim Of Those Past Causes. There Is No Deeper Meaning Behind Things That Gives Me A Reason To Be Here.

The Circumstances, Including My Body And My Parents, Whom I May Curse, Are My Soul's Own Choice And I Do Not Understand This Because I Have Forgotten

The Culture Is Going Into A Psychological Depression. We Are Concerned About Our Place In The World, About Being Competitive: Will My Children Have As Much As I Have? Will I Ever Own My Own Home? How Can I Pay For A New Car? Are Immigrants Taking Away My White World?

We Are Driven By The Results Of The Big Bang, Billions Of Years Ago, Which Eventually Produced Life, Which Eventually Produced Human Beings, And So On. But Me? I'm An Accident - A Result - And Therefore A Victim.

I've Found That Contemporary Psychology Enrages Me With Its Simplistic Ideas Of Human Life, And Also Its Emptiness.