Into the Mental Vortex/ Human Detritus by Henry Makow
I was in a bookstore recently and realized I have been oppressed by ...books all my life!
I have a room in my house that looks like this. I have scoured books (and to a lesser extent films)
looking for "the answer" -- some explanation for wtf was happening here on the planet earth.
I realize now that books keep us mentally subservient. There was never a shortage of
professors ready to exaggerate their value in order to justify their inflated salaries. If cockroaches
could write books, would you read them? Even if you were a cockroach?
Books are human detritus - the record of the meandering and maundering
of a benighted species, kept in darkness by demons who use books to
lure us into the mental vortex. Books do not liberate us. "Knowledge" is a prison. Freedom lies in separating oneself
from the material world, the world of forms. The poet Henry More (1614-1687) wrote:
"When the inordinate desire after knowledge of things was allayed in me, and I aspired after nothing but purity and simplicity of mind,
there shone in me daily a greater assurance than ever I could have expected, even of those things which before I had the greatest desire to know."
I am not saying, don't read. But don't look for "meaning" like I did. Read for information, escape or inspiration.