I am beginning to have this idea that we can based one's life philosophy on the study of cats alone. Quite often, at night, you can see a cat staring into the distance, at something that perhaps the human eye cannot see. It will sit motionlessly, staring intently into seemingly nothing, for a relative eternity. Sometimes the cat will be watching another cat in a distance, sometimes nothing. Once in a while, you catch people following the cat's gaze, trying to see what it sees, and you wonder if the cat is laughing in muted amusement at their frivolous curiosity. It may respond when you walk over to it, or else your presence will be conveniently ignored and excluded as it occupies itself with its own musings.

I have always loved and admired madness. It is a mental state that defies normal or general classification. The insane is the only one who has access to his own mental universe, retreating to his internal realms. And it may be of little relevance whether you exist or for that matter, if the rest of the physical world existed. They are spared social pressure and sanctions. It is a source of passion, fervour and energy. It is a source of freedom.

I had thought about the beauty of madness for quite a while, but right now, I am tired and I cannot seem to remember what I had to say....