How many are too quick to suppose the world requires their rescue when their own mind is a place of dire crisis. The leap from annealing the destruction within to damning or ‘saving’ the world without is too easy — but turns into madness, if, indeed, it is not born thus.

Those who, bound in inward storms, refuse to clear and deepen their path, will breed fraught fictions, and confuse themselves with crusaders and messiahs.

Invariably wild projections and apocalyptic pseudo-religions result, usually accompanied by delusions of ‘having been chosen’… but what is choosing such a one is not the power of the sky… It is the damage close to home, gone unacknowledged… and thus projected on the world, time, and reality itself.

This is a game instantly revealed by knowing schizophrenics, many of whom live in the cyclic storms of this so profoundly that they can only rarely be released from it… if one has such a desperate mirror; one’s own charades are made far clearer.