Insanity is not a want of reason.It is reason's overgrowth, a calculating kudzu.Explaining why, in two-ton manifesti, thinkers sally forthwith testaments and pipe bombs. Heaven help us:spare us all your meaningful designs. Shine down orshower forth, but (for the earthling's sake) ignoreall prayers followed by against, or for. Teach us to bearlife's senselessness, our insignificance, and more;let's call that sanity. The terrifying prospect isn't someescapist with a novel, fond of comfort, munching sweets—it is the busy hermeneut, so serious he's sour, intent on makingmeaning of us all, and bursting from the towers to the streets.
Heather McHugh.
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