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just happens to shine out of our arses, doesn't it? We didn't put it there, did we? You know it's all your
fault, and you get what you deserve (we call it what youneed ). Of course you don't like it and you don't
accept it, and you don't believe it. But then, you don't believe anything, do you, poor faithless creatures?
(How can youlive without faith?) We believe.
Passionately.
Rationally.
Naturally.
Wecan't believe that you can't believe. Because we're unable to believe in the inability to believe.
Naturally. It's only rational, youmust agree. You have no passion; you've got to be wrong. That's
sabotage against humanity. You're a traitor. A disgrace to the race. We feel such compassion for you.
Madness is a measure of the discrepancy between you and us.
* * * *
Madness is a measure of the discrepancy between you and me.
Me is a believer, a mask, a label plastered on your face by the social slot machine. Belief is the important
component of it. Schizophrenia is a simple unit of distance, like the inch or the parsec. And that's not a
clever remark, that's a literal statement of the truth. Schizophrenia is a unit of distance along a
continuum a dimension, if you like that exists in a real space. It's what lies between here and there,
between you and me. Two schizophrenias would put me twice as far away. I'm not sure whether you'd
be able to see me then. Perhaps I'd be too far away. Perhaps I'd be dead. But the important thing for all
you wonderful people outthere to remember is that you don't knowanything about space and distance.
You haven't begun to imagine.
Here I am.
There you are.
I can see you and you can see me.
But we only believe in me. We don't think that you exist.
I don't believe in you.
You don't have to believe at all. Nobody's forcing you.
You don't worry about that. You don't have to.
But I have a problem.
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And if I have a problem you have a problem, too. Problems drive people out of their minds. I want to
drive you out of my mind. Howdo you feel?
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What's so special about Harker Lee, who isn't (I think we all agree) out of his mind? The person to ask is
Jenny Segal. She's the one who's supposed to provide you with your copy of the answers. She's the one
who's paid to understand. She's the heroine who ventures alone and unafraid into the Hells and the
Underworlds and the Purgatories and the Limbos (yea, even unto Tartarus) to search out the Draconian
psychoses and to withstand the fiery breath of their non-sense and pierce their many-colored coats of
steely armor with her golden sword of understanding and her lance of explanation. She's the saint who
has consecrated her life to chivalry and the quest for the grail of sanity.
And she does understand. Within limits. Always within limits. (Who ever heard of understanding without
limits?) The limits of her belief. Understanding is only really possible outside the limits of belief, but we
try. We don't accept that last argument, of course. Not at all.
We think you're talking through your ass.
We think you're a nut.
We don't understand.
And we're damn well proud of it.
How doyou feel?
This is what Jenny says:
A schizophrenic is a pretender. He pretends to be what he is not, which is  real, in the context of
society's belief. A schizophrenic suffers from a gap between his internal experience of himself and his
external perception of the world only because he pretends to be what the world believes him to be (i.e.,
real) when he knows that he is not. The division is one of contexts. The self which exists in his own
context of reality (which is unreal in the world-context) is one and the same as the self which is real in the
world-context (but unreal in his own), but it appears to him to be different (and can seem so to the
outside world also; hence the  split-personality myth).
* * * *
All of this is simply not clear. It must be patched up. It must be made simple and easy to understand.
But it's not easy to understand. That's the point. It's because it's not easy to understand that no one will
even try. They have to find alternative explanations,  rational accounts of why they don't understand.
That's why they invented madness. It's a cover-up.
Then you must employ a cover-up, too. Use sleight-of-hand. Use some slick tricks and some fancy
analogies. Jenny says schizophrenics pretend. So pretend. Pretend you can justify yourself. Pretend that
there's a justification possible and necessary.
Can't.
Try.
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