7/85 (This card references a journal entry from 1985)
There is a portion of the brain that does not discriminate.
It has no ability to determine real from unreal, truth
from untruth, and so on.
Part of me wants to believe that by choosing truth over social delusions, I have made a good choice. But this is only a belief, another type of delusion. Part of me just shrugs its shoulders and accepts things as they are. Two women, both of whom I love have rejected me, as I am. Two women, whom I wish to please, are displeased with me.
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