Maybe you feel the time has come and you really want to change. Maybe you feel change is inevitable. Yet you feel shackled by commitments you've made to who you think you are, and how you think everyone else ought to respond. Upon what will you base your movement?
Suppose that you've grown up and spent all your life living in a place called ‘A.’ You've sampled all the things that ‘A’ has to offer. You're bored to distraction with ‘A.’ It's become all but unbearable for you to stay in ‘A.’ You desperately desire to get away from ‘A’ and find something better. But according to ‘A's’ most elite experts, nowhere else could possibly be any better. But you can no longer tolerate this way of thinking. If ‘A’ is the basis of everything you know, then the answer you seek must come from what you don't yet know.
Revelation: The place of personal satisfaction and greater fulfillment must be somewhere in the territory of the unknown.
Trapped in a mesmerizing swamp of rationalizations, you're seeking deliverance. If, to you, ‘A’ has become the pits, then you seek to attain the summit of human possibility.
So you have this epiphany about a mystical be all and end all place called ‘Z.’ You envision that the divine spirit of ‘Z’ is calling you. It's time for you to move on. You're mystically certain that the spiritual authority of the great unknown ‘Z’ supersedes the mundane material babbling of the place which you're already too familiar with.
However, since ‘Z’ is unknown, you can't actually be sure that it really exists. Rather, what you're calling ‘Z’ is a negation of all the limitations which make you feel uncomfortably trapped in the social entanglements of ‘A.’
Anyway, now you have the excuse you need to justify your leaving ‘A.’ You run around telling everyone that you're leaving for a place called ‘Z.’ Aside from how your personal presence may or may not inconvenience their lives, others don't seem to really care; they're too preoccupied trying to make alibis for their own uncertainties.
Aactually you're not so much trying to convince others as you're fanatically trying to convince yourself. You swear, committing yourself eternally to live according to what you've come to believe are the ways of ‘Z.’ Now, by this holy calling, this higher purpose, you can at last justify leaving ‘A’ behind. You set off on the next leg of your journey.
After a while you come to a place called ‘B.’ Now ‘Z,’ if it even exist, is still somewhere off in the unfathomed distance of speculative obscurity. But in ‘B’ you gain access to things you hadn't suspected even existed in ‘A.’ ‘B’ is just a stopover on the way to ‘C.’ But if things have become so different just in ‘B,’ then what will ‘C,’ and the places that come after it be like? Will you be able to adapt? Already you're starting to feel threatened in your commitment to ‘Z,’ tempted by the new considerations you're discovering in ‘B.’
—excerpted from Living Proof; section One


In the momentary lapse that followed the terminated transmission, the prompter in the control booth relayed: "That's it for the intro. Cue up the theme music, cameras one and two pick up O.K. and... That's it everybody, we're broadcasting...!"
A hodgepodge of snippets from the national anthems of countries from around the world rebounded off orbiting satellites in omni-digital transonic, registering throughout the billion plus Telepsychosomatic hookup systems throughout the planet, even as the ratings of all other entertainment media throughout the globe dipped into unaccountability. The bi-monthly marathon, the show of shows on the medium of mediums was— for its sixth broadcast, its first anniversary extravaganza —once again on the air.
Suddenly all the senses of the vast majority of the global populace were assaulted, lulled, assuaged and captivated by the most congenial mistress of kiss ass accommodation, the crown princess of mediocrity, the crooked man's straight woman, the ever loving sellout to rancid mass conformity— Ms. O.K. Everybody.
—excerpted from Soul Of Humanity; section Four


The fake-it portion of our species evolution had become untenable. This sixth anniversary extravaganza, was nothing short of the make it or break it point of humanity. O.K. had titled this show:
Diagnose That Insanity / Cure That Delusion
“So now you've all witnessed his last recorded thoughts. The dear man has flipped himself into some self styled illusionary nirvana. He has likened our planet to a big fault-line on the verge of erupting. He has made himself believe that only his spiritualized valor can save the situation. In the vanity of his delusion he has turned against his own intellectual genius— the only true path of redemption. Like too many of our great minds, his science has become poisoned by that insidious viper of mysticism. Now his body just sits here, an empty shell; while his consciousness floats in a world of perversely self aggrandizing projections of his own poor tortured soul. He has hurled himself into a state of mind so cut off from reality, that its gibberish cannot be recorded, even by the creative instruments of his own formidable genius. But we will not desert him. We will not leave him cast adrift on the profitless wasteland of his own deceptions. Will we...?”
‘TBC’ had become one gigantic global cathedral. Fervently the affirmations of the now converting faithful rang in a crescendo of delusive compliance.
“Yes, you are righteous; and we will save him, bring him back to his senses... back to the fold of our loving bosom, to fruitfully live out his days in the rewards of our adoring appreciation. We will save him, and in so doing we save ourselves. We will redeem our collective soul by proving ourselves worthy. So, my dear ones, this truly is your show. We must be kind but firm. Now the time has come to bring him back into our midst.”
—excerpted from Soul Of Humanity; section Four