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Volunteers in Psychotherapy

A community nonprofit organization that provides truly private psychotherapy for no fee (or a low fee).

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"It was in the years of my lowest vitality that I ceased to be a pessimist."
-Nietzsche

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"When Julian Jaynes...speculates that until late in the second millennium B.C. men had no consciousness but were automatically obeying the voices of gods, we are astounded but compelled to follow this remarkable thesis through all the corroborative evidence..."

—John Updike, in The New Yorker

So the 'breakdown of the bicameral mind' was effectively us losing our connection to Source, then?

That'd explain alot.

One grande cafe mocha & a slice of espresso cake later....

...and I'm merrily downloading Ozzy Osbourne songs offa the iTunes store...

Got a crazy feeling I don’t understand
’gotta get away from here
Feelin’ like I shoulda kept my feet on the ground
Waitin’ for the sun to appear

Mamma’s gonna worry
I been a bad bad boy
No use sayin’ sorry
It’s somethin’ that I enjoy

’cause you can’t see what my eyes see
(I can see it, I can see it)
And you can’t be inside of me, flying high again

I can see through mountains watch me disappear
I can even touch the sky
Swallowing colors of the sound I hear
Am I just a crazy guy (you bet)

Mamma’s gonna worry
I been a bad bad boy
No use sayin’ sorry
It’s somethin’ that I enjoy

If you could be inside my head
You’d see that black and white is read
Flying high again
Flying high again
Flying high again
Flying high again come on and join me

Flying high again
Flying high again
Flying high again
Flying high again come on and join me

Daddy thinks I’m lazy he don’t understand
Never saw inside my head
People think I’m crazy but I’m in demand
Never heard a thing I said

Mamma’s gonna worry
I’ve been a bad bad boy
No use sayin’ sorry
It’s somethin’ I enjoy

Flying high again
Flying high again
Flying high again
Flying high again

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'Here's what oughta happen on Thursday while Bush is taking the oath of office, which says, in case we need to be reminded, "I do solemnly swear that I will faithfully execute the Office of the President of the United States, and will to the best of my ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States. So help me God" (What a wonderful exit clause, "to the best of my ability"). There, above Bush and (perhaps) the decrepit, hunched shadow of William Rehnquist, with the Capitol behind him, there oughta be giant plasma screens broadcasting live from Fallujah, from Haiti, and from downtown D.C., so that we can see all the cake eaters everywhere, down on their hands and knees, begging, digging through rubble, killing for food. Bush won't even need to speak. Bush could just point up at the screens and say, "Lookee there, motherfuckers." Then we'll know what to expect for the next four years.'