and those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music -- Friedrich Nietzsche

~Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ ~I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.~ ~I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.~ ~I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty. ~ ~Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence.~ ^^ ~Edgar Allan Poe~ ^^ I have a hard time saying things in my own words. My language is music and poetry. It finds my voice, even when I can't find it myself.

At that very instant: Oh, what I would not give for the joy of being at your side in Iceland inside the great unmoving daytime and of sharing this now the way one shares music or the taste of fruit. At that very instant the man was at her side in Iceland. (J.L. Borges)

[I made a new account as I lost the details to my other]