Then I was sitting in psychology listening to the Prof. go on about scientific validity and all that stuff. I kept sliding further and further from his grasp the more I thought about what we're doing. I just wanted to stand up and say "Explain this!". Then I thought how useless clinical psychologists are. They do nothing more than shape your malleable reality between their manipulative little fingers until they have a perfect model of themselves. Psychologists will spend lifetimes in frustration working with ever-stiffening clay, seeking a greater challenge in "sculpturing". What is the point to this? Why do they wast their time on such things? Are they feeding on the carcases of dead egos like a buch of vultures? Are they gathering-up the healthy blood and meat left by the poor dead souls of these societally murdered identities? I think they are! Who has the right to preach reality?! Do the politicians or the teachers? How about the clergy or the monks? None of them do, not to me! These people function to help me learn, to help me achieve a greater picture of all that exists. But what exists? Where is the edge of existence? Is it Buddhism or Zen? Is it Christianity or Democracy? is it my apartment, my car, or my television? I think *not*. I don't think we can say. I think we can't *ever* say, ultimately. Can't we just create larger and larger encompassing realities to suit our curiosities? Isn't that what we've done? Is there anything wrong with that? No. Of course not. We've done something good. We've done something that ties into societal reality today. How could we not?