Do not for a moment forget about our shared condition of madness. We take our insanity with sugar and cream. Arsenic tastes better that way. The poisonous beliefs we swallow scream and sear through our minds, numbing us to the uncomfortable realities we wish to avoid. This is why beliefs often reflect what we want—and what we want is to scald our senses to the irritating reality that we are not the center of the universe, the means-and-end of knowledge. We want to be gods who judge the actions of our unthinking mother—she being the universe. But how has this improved us?