For the Moth:

If you had to struggle with being Psychic, you would know better than to rely upon Reason alone. The God of Reason is not the final God of Paradox, and it is inhumane to forego the latter for the former. Not only is it superficial and in fact superstitious. By shutting out all of the psychic data that you take from your environment, presuming it to be internal rather than external (secondary versus primary) you allow the conscious psyche to be bypast by that same data, so that you will act on subliminal suggestion and propaganda by presuming (as people have been proven to, under the influence of various forms of mind control, both clinical and cataclysmic) that the thoughts of others are your own. If empathic, you will confuse the aggression and excitement of a crowd for your own, assigning personal reasons to it when in fact you had no personal emotional investment in the matter, at Heart. You will absorb all that goes on around you energetically and then behave as though you had produced it, either pawning off others’ theories as your own or becoming a fanatic in service to the common will. Your judgment, precious though it might be to you, will thus all ways be skewed in favour of the lowest common denominator. Any notion of your own which has yet to be proven will require proof upon your part before an impersonal (and projected) audience, so that you will stumble through life with a sort of awkward grace and logic. Devoid of faith, you will allow sheer fact to govern your life, so that you will cling to half-baked theories until they no longer satisfy you, discarding the dough entirely when you are disappointed, for where further consideration would have let you bake the theories to completion, with respect for the fact that the matter will abound in contradiction, one-sided barbarism in attempts to win the public favour (at worst: successfully) will doom you to nihilistic despair, for whatever Truth your own Body produces will not matter once “disproven” to be “anecdotal”. But an anecdote is only so when it is told aloud. In this sense, “being baked” to perfection can reward you with heights greater than a high, and I would advise against putting your “weedy twenties” behind you. It is a mark of typically collegiate immaturity to taper your personality to a point, repressing parts of you until only a solitary line of thought is left. It’s every bit a form of reductionistic mental suicide as dropping too much acid. And it leads to PRECISELY the same dead ends. God bless you. R.G. P.S.: I wrote you a poem that I should share with you. There were some letters as well, in response to some of your Spring posts, but those can wait I suppose. Have you seen the Moon and Mars of late? They’re as bright as you are, if not brighter. That’s because of the Cancer Decans. It works!! https://allpoetry.com/poem/13970099--If-only-for-one-moment-you-could-open-your-Third-Eye---by-spontation51

Dm.A.A.