One of my life signatures involves an inherent tendency to seek out alternative ways of considering—well, everything.
Today’s quote, from Liz Greene:
“An illness of the soul exists, a sickness more prevalent than the common cold—which imparts a sense of meaninglessness and is far more difficult to heal.
A man who has a vision, lives only to create a single work of art, has glimpsed into the seven circles of heaven and hell, is freed from his own meaningless. And that man can do nothing for the rest of us because he is regarded as mad.”