Isn't it to taste again a retrieved piece of last night's meal from between one's teeth? Isn't it an old lover, shriveled and lame, trying to re-experience the ecstasy of his first teen love but lost long ago? Isn't it to rekindle a calling when passion has grown cold?
A normal is an old movie. A normal is stale saliva. A normal is stable center on a spinning wheel.
A normal offers a shelter, but no home. A normal binds two together, but no love. A normal sustains life, even luxuries, but no joy.
A rebel lives beyond. He is fluid nothing. His home is anxiety.
Only Zeus is immovably still, unchanging silence. Out of boredom, he creates time. A rebel is a ******* infant of Chronos.