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WHERE YOU FRIGHTENED WHEN THE RHYMING STOP? OR DID YOU SIMPLY ALLOW IT TO PASS? WRITING ON YOUR HAND IN SHARPIE THAT THIS IS SIMPLY THE WAY OF THINGS

I cannot stress how important it is to be a little bit mad. I don’t mean angry. I mean strange. Weird. Bizarre. I mean that creative, passionate, wild thing romantics call madness. That thing that stirs the poet’s soul, or gives inspiration to the musician. Madness is the fuel that drives the mind of the mathematician as they discover equations that govern the universe, or the philosophers as they question their own existence. Madness is what gives activists their strength. Madness is the oppressed demanding freedom in the face of their oppressors. Madness is doing what is right despite the darkness surrounding you. Madness is daring. Madness is love. Madness is human. I’m not saying you shouldn’t fear it. One should fear madness as one fears God. After all, it is holy.    

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