After A Lifetime Of Silence, It Is

When You Are Mad, Mad Like This, You Don't Know It. Reality Is What You See. When What You See Shifts, Departing From Anyone Else's Reality, It's Still Reality To You.

We Turn Skeletons Into Goddesses And Look To Them As If They Might Teach Us How Not To Need.

I Do Have Faith. I Don't Have Faith That A God Exists, Nor Do I Have Faith That One Does Not; I Have Absolute Faith That I Do Not Know, Cannot Know, Am Only Human, Am An Infinitesimal Creature Packed Onto A Cramped Planet Crowded With Seven Billion Bodies, And As Many Yearning Hearts, And As Many Questioning Minds.

Madness Will Push You Anywhere It Wants. It Never Tells You Where You're Going, Or Why. It Tells You It Doesn't Matter. It Persuades You. It Dangles Something Sparkly Before You, Shimmering Like That Water Patch On The Road Up Ahead. You Will Drive Until You Find It, The Treasure, The Thing You Most Desire. You Will Never Find It. Madness May Mock You So Long You Will Die Of The Search. Or It Will Tire Of You, Turn Its Back, Oblivious As You Go Flying. The Car Is Beside You, Smoking, Belly-up, Still Spinning Its Wheels.

Children Take In More Information Than We'd Like To Believe.