madness [Theme]

My blanket of sadness covers me. You are my pain, my madness. It hides from misunderstanding. My blanket of sadness turns into a warm blanket soaked in tenderness, under which we lie down together and watch a movie. You stroke my hair. I understand now.

There is no need to be afraid of audacity or madness in the field of work and creation.

The beginning of anger is madness, and its end is repentance.

This is our age: the blind are led by madmen.

By you...

Everything is as it should be.

If you argue with the godless according to his own violent rules, you will further inflame his arrogance, which denies everything and everything. If you speak in a raised tone with a madman, the darkness of madness thickens. If you think to convince the evil one with anger, then you kindle the fire of hatred even more. A meek and good deed is the water that extinguishes this whole fire.

Love never comes by reason. It looks like steam. Or maybe a dream. Enticing us into the enchantment of our own stories. And if so, how do we know if it's real? Is this true or just crazy?

No desire to live. Restlessly.

© Mark Dewalt

Madness? What a convenient explanation for her genius.

If I am Sophocles, then I am not insane. If I am insane, then I am not Sophocles.

And I'm afraid that when I enter the gates of this asylum... when I cross the threshold of Arkham and the doors close behind me... it will turn out that I have returned home.

Is a man insane when everyone around him is insane? Madness becomes a variant of the norm.