Sanity. (Phillip) (K) (Dick)

I've been working a little bit on becoming sane. Oh yes, and forgive those commercial interruptions. But those were some hot products, no? Yes! Oh lordy. The commercial, commercial, commercial. Nothing is real brothers and sisters. Let me tell you what. Phillip K Dick is the master of my brain matter. That guy rocks my boat. I need to get going. It's NOON. Although that's not really that late I suppose. I'm already feeling a bit drowsy. Doing this stuff makes me drowsy. Is any of this getting through to you?

I've been reading some delicious Phillip K Dick. The Shifting Realities of Phillip K. Dick: Selected Literary And Philosophical Writings.

"I Blew Up My Own House And Forgot I Did It." Sounds familiar... Fight Club? I wonder if Chuck P. is a Phillip K Dick reader? Dick said that his house was blown up and among his list of suspects was himself. He believes he may have blown up his own house to prove that he was not paranoid...

I really liked the stuff he says regarding the "androids" he often writes about in his stories. It's... More complicated than it may appear. You know... The idea that, perhaps some people are less than human because they've never fully been alive. They've become nothing more than "androids." Or maybe they've not become that, but were never anything more. Aye.. I'm not explaining it as well as ol' Phillip does. And I'm quite tired right now. But I do suggest you get this book and read it with all of your faces off.