Speak It!

Speak it, though it be madness.  No, not that little insanity that honors itself in the words of poets.  No, that great madness, out of which come all the motions of the planets, all the chattering of symbols, all that anguished crying out for love, for life, for death.  It is the night behind the darkness.  It hides behind the meaning of these words.  It rules all and cares naught.