I’ve been reading Psycho-Cybernetics by Maxwell Maltz.  I just realized that [someone] probably showed me this book when I was a freshman in high school and that’s why I’ve been thinking of West Lafayette so much.  He was really into hypnotism for a while.  I can’t be sure he showed me this book but I believe I read it or looked at it and I just couldn’t accept the idea that God existed.  Now of course Maltz’s description of the “life force” is utterly common to anyone who watches Oprah or the PBS specials of people like Wayne Dyer . . . basically the “new thought” god.  The god of “The Secret” and Abraham-Hicks.

I felt fucking fantastic all weekend, connected to all of life.  Brian Weiss is on Oprah tomorrow . . . the New Spirituality is busting out all over . . . and then I come home to read about a massive earthquake that, had it hit the U.S. would have covered most of the lower 48 states.

I won’t think about it too long.  I may donate some money somewhere if someone e-mails me a link.  I’ll go right on creating my blissful psycho-cybernetic life.  There won’t be anything wrong with that.  But what a counterpoint . . . there’s a depth of meaning somewhere in this . . .