“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a
commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!” (Kerouac)
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hmmm…
i mean…hmmm like … wooooorrrrrrd.
and i just now looked to see who you were quoting. he’s pretty golden. … look at me with all these afterthoughts like back in the day.
Yes. It’s definitely a quote that resounded with me.
Trading you a quote for a quote, because I think the mad is similar to the savage:
“We judge all the rest of the world from our own restricted horizons: we do not abandon our little habits, and our enthusiasms are often as insensate as our disdain. We judge with equal presumption the works of art and those of nature. The man who lives in London or Paris is perhaps farther from having a correct sense of Beauty than the uncultivated man who lives in parts where civilization has yet to arrive. We see the beautiful only through the imagination of poets and painters; the savage encounters it at every step of his wandering life.”
-Ferdinand- Victor-Eugene Delacroix
Mercy. That’s rich.