I awoke from the dream to face the bright dawn of reality’s morning rise - drifting from the puddles of faraway abstraction and brought face-to-face with the picture of death - painted on every tree and cloud and in every set of eyes of every young child in the street. I saw past the forms and glimpsed the souls of every organism in existence - I saw the love radiating inward from the outward spells of the universe’s whims. I caught breath of the meaning of senseless creation, sneaking a view at the blueprints - and decided that such things are of nil importance in the world.  - That’s what craziness is made out of.