The ditch separating illness from affliction…is bridged by madness…

Color drained away in a monochromatic assault upon my perception. The great tragedy1540579 lay in the fact that it was my mind mounting the assault. And it isn’t the sadness or the madness which pierces the deepest, it’s the regret. The regret that the inertial nature of all that unhinges a man is not daunted by the knowledge of it’s coming. It need not gather any resolve nor steel itself against resistance because it is like time; it will come whether we will it or not and move on without a thought. (more…)