The bird's delirium does not interest the trees.
It came to me late, as an adult, the desire to draw and participate in the world of lines.
It is almost an intellectual tradition to pay heed to the insane. In my case those that I most respect are the morons.
He who hides his madman, dies voiceless.
Nothing is the speed limit of thought.
He who doesn't know anger doesn't know anything. He doesn't know the immediate.