i think about k. a lot. i come to realize i ask the same questions i ask about myself and my reality as i ask about k. and his reality and of the speculative reality that we both might share. or the reality that is a construction we both uncomfortably inhabit, being dreamers of similar yet different sorts. i come to think it is not about whether or not k. is sane, or i am sane, but about how we bring about reality, and how we resist the reality that is not real, that is constantly and coercively imposed. k. shows me maybe we can bend that reality to our purpose, to a common good purpose, rather than getting broken by the wheel.
k. says the purification continues. you want to think it does. you want to imagine. you want to imagine, if not believe, it's not another delusion. while i  don't believe k. changes the weather, i do believe k. is about change, and the thoughts are positive, and positives are increments, and positive increments will amount to real change. and it does seem magical out in the clear cold light today, and it does seem real.