From: rmr@acsu.buffalo.edu (Richard M. Romanowski)
Subject: Dion Fortune on the Funny Farm
Date: Thu, 8 Jul 1993 01:24:16 GMT
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	Subgenius recently speculated that if Dion Fortune called up a
hospital and complained of a hostile elemental, generated by rage,
that she would be put in a mental institution.

	So what?

	Should we direct our magical work toward that which will earn
us the encomia of shrinks, pill-pushers, and men with butterfly nets?
NAY! I thunder, stentorian.

	"Show me a sane man, and I will cure him for you."
			--Carl Gustav Jung

	The shrinks are crazy.  The cops are crazy.  Your parents are
crazy.  We are all loony tunes.  Everyone Is Diagnosable.  But even if
there were some standard of sanity by which we could measure
ourselves, we would have no reason to accept it.  My society is even
more screwed up than I am, and that's saying quite a bit, since I'm
one of the craziest people I know.  Therefore I must continue to
extend the healing Light, liberate my brethren who are chained in
ignorance, and teach what I have learnt.

	Or, as the Clash would sing:

	Addict of Metropolis
	Do the Worm of Necropolis
	Slam-Dance Cosmopolis
	Enlighten the Populace!

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