Madness changed form and color, following me in and out of more ‘pertinent’ challenges. One day, abruptly, it straddled me. I carried it from one dream, one project, one year to another.
Soonly.
I promised myself.
One drunken evening, madness got off my back and kicked my ass, hard and long, until I set out hiking the uncharted.
It happened unceremoniously, without a drum roll, or the trumpets, or fireworks – devoid of an epiphany, or even a plan, instead with a glaze of guilt over a hangover.
Prosaic and lowbrow!!
Alas, the conundrum of pertinence was decoded only in retrospect.
What took me so long?
Answers usually are a function of perspective, the more powerful your lens, the further you see, the shallower your focus, or the higher you go up the mountain, the wider you see, the farther everything goes. In either case, the bacchanalia of questions persists. Every answer unlocks questions aplenty. The point has a thousand countenances from a thousand countenances, each opens into a thousand countenances . . . I am the point, this is me frolicking inside of me.
Together, we are the cosmos.
Welcome to the Brhmaand Within!