A letter to my father backing him up radically, while coaching the idea of seeking to "hold our own" --with our intuitive champion excellence-- amongst and in the context of a heavily-propagandized colonial society with its meta orders for how its subjects "must" act at all times. Men and women (who are tired of not "fitting in"). We all have or Ordered roles to "play" but after awhile, and especially as we are forced to face the Great Unknown of passing on from this life, we naturally begin to dissent. Usually we're way too unpracticed in this, and much less articulate. Here, my father and i at least have a rudimenatry bridge. Stay tuned to possibly read an edited version of my father's possible response (tho not likely, i hope he writes me back!).

Madness is genius that wants and needs to be harnessed for creation. The mad mind must be fed a daily buffet of deep, challenging, creative work.

I've been away from this site for a long time, but I have been sending people your way, mostly to get them to read the article about World Domination Disorder. 

Some people can think of better ways to live. I have an easier time thinking of shittier ways to die. It can even be a fun contest.

Most people I know, as much as they front, are walking disasters. Baffled by the shit their minds and bodies throw at them, they build elaborate but ridiculous-looking forts to escape the threat of insanity and the marching drums of age and death.