Love makes me insane. Sanity is only good for those who think a lot, but insanity for me is where the passion resides and is prominent over reason. Yes! I am insane, insanely in love. Yes! I am to let the whole world know. For what exists in me is only known to myself and it dies along with me as I die too. But letting the whole world know, well not only the love is known to me and her, but the world shall triumphantly rejoice over the happy union and all they must they do is to accept, if they cannot, then the hell we care! People go stupid, even the wise becomes a complete idiot once in love. His thinking that drives him to dominate the world becomes nothing compared to the elegance of that woman in her beautiful dress. Ah Yes! Love, love, love, the black horse in lead while the white horse broke loose from the charioteer. I seem to get uncomfortable when I know I can, but I am not, being omnipresent is now being an only-present, that is I have become especially present to
History shall continue to unfold, and my history shall end when I no longer unfold.