The Madman...

Art is truth in earnest.  To catch it you have to treat it like a butterfly.  Watch how it flies, cup your hands along it's trajectory and gently grab it.  Too hard and you will kill it.  Too soft and it will elude you...

The madman now sane, enters the rooms he once scribbled truths upon.  Standing in the center of where it all began, he remembers writing in every space he could find.  Never for a people, never for a prize...but just so that he would never forget.

His memory takes him to a man that saw more than his world could handle.  His writings would never see the light of day.  A glance at a saying causes him to loosen his tie.  The reading of a parable removes his shoes and jacket.  At the end of the longest day of his life, he finally removes all his clothes.  Standing there naked, he now understands that he has lost his sanity.  That what all considered to be "mad" was in truth more than just sane.  Naked now, he wants it back.  He sits on his old floor.  He waits patiently in his new reality...to find ways to make the old relevant again.

Success is just a word away...

~Apollo