Madness: A Form Of Love

A lunatic, according to its true definition,
is he who is possessed by an amorous intoxication with the moon:
In other words, with the unconscious motive principle of all Life on earth.
To others, he can be identified as he who dances to, what is to them,an inaudible, non-existent tune. In reality, his jig is as inwardly necessary as are the fields of hops at their annual time of rebirth. Meddling with its natural course can cause tidal waves big enough to drown an ocean.

For he still carries the strength, that others have lost, for wild flights of ecstasy, home-brewed by his own gallant imagination. He would repudiate the very dirt we walk on if it stirs not the desire in his breast. But in his proud pursuit of self-realization comes abandonment to self-revelation, to unflinching honesty in a world of war and deception, that makes him the naked-infant-on-a-doorstep target of all well-trained busy-bodies, conformity enforcers. How they long to divorce him from the warm light of Nature's hearth! In his beautiful simplicity, this Noble Savage disregards the wisdom of Christ's time-honoured tale, and asks against the entire tide of human history, against the insipid simulacra of everyday thoughts and gestures, against the stupid, iron-clad rules of the state, against the nonsensical taboos of society, against every bitter betrayal that has crushed the heart of man- simply to love and be loved for who he truly is.

-fin.
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