A Sacred Madness

There is a loneliness that knows no logic, that is torn from all common sense, all that binds us together, and floats beyond all reckoning, where two plus two equals a dreamless sleep or a beginning that creates strange new worlds, fish leaping out of the clouds, birds bursting from eyes that look directly into the light, or apple trees that bear knowledge of good and evil. Loneliness tells us all things are possible. In the beginning was the word . . . . a kind of sacred madness.