This is an extraordinary 1972 essay from the sf writer Philip K. Dick, so favoured by Hollywood recently (Blade Runner, Payback, Minority Report). If anything were needed to prove that this was one of the most original minds in 20th century American fiction, this essay is it. Of interest to ludicists are passages like these:
Do not believe -- and I am dead serious when I say this -- do not assume that order and stability are always good, in a society or in a universe. The old, the ossified, must always give way to new life and the birth of new things. Before the new things can be born the old must perish. This is a dangerous realization, because it tells us that we must eventually part with much of what is familiar to us. And that hurts. But that is part of the script of life. Unless we can psychologically accommodate change, we ourselves begin to die, inwardly. What I am saying is that objects, customs, habits, and ways of life must perish so that the authentic human being can live. And it is the authentic human being who matters most, the viable, elastic organism which can bounce back, absorb, and deal with the new.