There are two kinds of people:
Those who are mad,
And those who think they’re not.
Of those who think they’re not mad,
They simply haven’t done enough self examination.
We are all mad. Writers and philosophers have been saying it since the Dawn.
Poets and artists are mad, they’re front-line mad.
Children and old people are mad, born so, and if lucky, die that way.
Menstruating women, adolescents on heat, men getting into fights – all wild primal energy unleashed!
Every person from every walk of life is riddled mad in one way or another.
The only people who are not mad are the politicians, because they have an important job to do: running the country.
We go about our days thinking we are this or that, that and this,
And oh the things we do to avoid our madness, that’s mad.
But what do we truly know about ourselves? Very very little. Most of what we know, is not really about us, it’s our costume, our mask, our given appearance to meet the world in some way or another. We are yet to really know ourselves. This is mad indeed.
It can also be too frightening, too overwhelming, too boring, too something or another… and we don’t often have the acumen, the tools, the practical knowledge, to know ourselves beyond some kind of outer garb that feels right and suits our occasion here on Earth.
And of course this is madness.
And yet those lucky ones who know themselves, they laugh and cry because they know they are mad, wildly beautifully naturally mad. There is no escaping the beautiful creative freedom of our primal madness beyond all that civilisation has ever sought to be rid of in us. Nope, no escape – civilisation is just another mask of the madness.
If you need to learn about this more. Go watch the animals, the real wild ones.
And it’s the wise ones that differ from the fools. The wise people (whoever they really are) know how to use their madness creatively, rather than let it distort their true self in this world.
Madness, Yes. That’s it! That’s the secret we all seek to hide from, from ourselves and from one another in every way we can, for we fear if we don’t hide it, someone else will beat us to it, labelling us with their version of mad.
No one wants that! Second hand madness; what a gyp!
Madness is that madness wants to be mad in its own uniquely mad way. There can be no run-of-the-mill mad. The only kind of madness is the original madness – the kind that gave birth to the universe, in all its passion and freedom and wonder. This same force lives as us, in our own great and personal discovery, and when accepted, is our doorway to powerful creative freedom and natural exuberance.
So when you’re walking down the road and you pass someone, anyone will do, and you look them in the eye, you may just see hidden therein the mad-person, the primal fire of God, call it whatever you wish. It’s wildly alive in them, deep inside them paying no heed to their grey and ghost-like form (if that is their chosen outfit).
Give them a smile, a compassionate knowing one, because they’re contagious you know: smiles that is.
Somehow among all this madness, the world keeps on turning. Funny about that.