The Serpentine Path

             The science of mental disorders is something carcinogenic and a destruct to the importance of being virtuous and morally correct.  It is an overt exercise of power that is both brutal and arbitrary, a field of study and application where sentences come swift and harsh and there is never a right of appeal.  For the mentally ill person it is a region of diminishing opportunity amidst a tyranny unconcealed.

            In a word, there is a movement in the air that bodes no person any beneficial goodness.  The stench from that exposure can be just as wily as any abnormalities and any thought that those attendants who have held sway over mentally impinged individuals, in time past and present, have served humanely is barely superior to a complete lack of knowledge and a full loss of memory.

            The empty assurances of this present generation and all those ages long gone are realistically nothing more than an absurd representation as a billing of exchange, in terms of wasted lives connected with hunger and sacrifice and hardship and grief, is counted.  This is definitely a one-time act of audit for in the depth of insanity there is no second count.

            The distinct cries of all those victims can still be heard in shrill and wailing winds and way beyond the pale.  The images linger only in faded imagination and the living afflicted come to envy the dead.  Dust and ash are all that remain to us today of those who have endured such angst and fear under uncompromising circumstances beyond their control.

            It is as gruesome and it is as unsettling a tale as any person should ever imagine; an extraordinary story, nightmarish in content, a limitlessly emotional canvas that touches on the most penetrating issues within any human situation.  Call it predestination and the innate depravity of every human community—it all comes out to the same thing in practice.

            As a closing remark, let us authors say we believe that neither the physical responses nor mental processes of erstwhile and present-century psychoanalysts and psychotherapists will ever be precisely set in printed matter.  For, in real time, their theories are a brainteaser bundled into an uncertainty centered in the interior of a puzzle.  As practitioners they do not accept any moral code and they study their own interests in an aura of aloneness.  With that we close Book One, but will not rest until the full story is revealed even unto present time.  The interest of every individual is appreciated and those readers who are observant and attentive to past eventualities are praised for standing on terra firma since in best instance people who are that grounded in their intuitiveness will never again be so prone to repeat the atrocities of bygone days.

            This collected chronicle grants literary configuration to a brimful romp through history and it is intended to put the reader squarely where those ailing and mentally exhausted souls stayed and are presently meant to remain.  It will rearrange the way you look at everything, but not until you road-trip the light fandango.