He believed that, this was man's first expression, like his first dream, was an aesthetic one. Dreadful even. Speech was a poetic outcry rather than a demand for communication. Original man, shouting his consonants, did so in yells of awe and anger at his tragic state, at his own self-awareness and at his own helplessness before the void. So, he made that a home for himself. What others called madness, he called home. As they would ask him why did he think that. He'd simply tell them that, in fact madness isn't a state of mind. That it is a place.
โin times of turmoil
in times like these
beliefs contagious,
spreading disease
this wretched mischief
is now coursing
through your souls
never to let goโ
Early Sunsets Over Monroeville โค My Chemical Romance
and in saying you loved me, make things harder at best
and these words changing nothing but your body remains
and thereโs no room in this hell, thereโs no room in the next
and our memories defeat us, and Iโll end this the rest
โin times of turmoil
in times like these
beliefs contagious,
spreading disease
this wretched mischief
is now coursing
through your souls
never to let goโ