my home is in empty spaces.

"By now we'd learned a great deal about how to discharge people, how to prepare them for the terrors of freedom - learned just how pragmatic an art psychiatry was - how getting someone back to the 'real' world was not a matter of THEORY or TECHNIQUE or SELF or OBJECT but of the nuts and bolts of where will they live and how will they eat and what will they do all day long and who will they have for support to keep them from the killer isolation and thoughtless savagery that we have numbly come to call 'civilization'. Malik's LAMBS network was a blessing, and by the end of the week we had discharged almost half the Emersonians, each hooked up with a buddy."

# {scribbles of SM} @ 11:00 AM 

"But with many of the others, as long as we were open to something happening and free of thought and not too focused on chasing that 'click', sooner or later the 'click' would be there. Then we would see that what a person in the solitude of terror had always thought of as his or her secret and unique sickness - what psychiatry labels 'psychopathology' - is in fact, when opened up to plain view, not such a terrifying sickness at all and not even all that unique, but more or less commonly held, and just a part of being human."

# {scribbles of SM} @ 10:55 AM