“And how do you know that you’re mad? “To begin with,” said the Cat, “a dog’s not mad. You grant that?” I suppose so, said Alice. “Well then,” the Cat went on, “you see a dog growls when it’s angry, and wags it’s tail when it’s pleased. Now I growl when I’m pleased, and wag my tail when I’m angry. Therefore I’m mad.” ~ Lewis Carroll
“Madness need not be all breakdown. It may also be break-through. It is potential liberation and renewal as well as enslavement and existential death.” ~ R. D. Laing
“I have studiously tried to avoid ever using the word ‘madness’ to describe my condition. Now and again, the word slips out, but I hate it. ‘Madness’ is too glamorous a term to convey what happens to most people who are losing their minds. That word is too exciting, too literary, too interesting in its connotations, to convey the boredom, the slowness, the dreariness, the dampness of depression.” ~ Elizabeth Wurtzel
“Zaphod felt he was teetering on the edge of madness and wondered if he shouldn’t just jump over and have done with it.” ~ Douglas Adams
Gonna keep this post short. Good and happy stuff is going on for me, but today is a down day. Allergies big time, down depressive cycle, anxiety. That kind of stuff. I don’t know. Feels quite manageable to me. I must say that there’s a situational component to the blues – cycle trough. It stems from the conspiracy mongers who are attacking and insulting the survivors of the Parkland School massacre. These people have voluntarily stripped themselves of their essential humanity in doing so. Madness. I find it to be deeply disturbing. I haven’t been this deeply moved by societal happenings in years. As for the morning:
“Sun’s up, uuh huh, looks okay
The world survives into another day
And I’m thinking about eternity
Some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me.
I had another dream about lions at the door
They weren’t half as frightening as they were before
But I’m thinking about eternity
Some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me” ~ Bruce Cockburn
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.