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The exegis Fat labored on month after month struck me as a Pyrrhic victory if there ever was one – in this case an attempt by a beleaguered mind to make sense out of the inscrutable. Perhaps this is the bottom line to mental illness: incrompehensible events occur; your life becomes a bin of hoax-like fluctuations of what used to be reality. And not only that – as if that weren't enough – but you, like Fat, ponder forever over these fluctuations in an effort to order them into a coherency, when in fact the only sense they make is the sense you impose on them, out of the necessity to restore everything into shapes and processes you can recognize.

Dick, Philip K.: VALIS, Surrey 1987, S. 24

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