Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.

What of the old serpent who cannot shed his skin, and calls all others naked and shameless?

And your fragrance shall be my breath, And together we shall rejoice through all the seasons.

Oh, Lord God, have mercy on me and mend my broken wings.

As the strings of a lute are apart though they quiver the same music.

You who are strong and swift, see that you do not limp before the lame, deeming it kindness.

Madness is the first step towards unselfishness. Be mad and tell us what is behind the veil of "sanity". The purpose of life is to bring us closer to those secrets, and madness is the only means.