I don’t want to live in a dull world. I don’t want the same. I don’t want moderation. I don’t want things to remain as they are.
Extremes – that’s what I want. Openings. Destructions. Breaches.
No liberalism. No mildness. No meekness. Madness – a dash of madness.
A cry – a life-cry. A life-rise. A life-rising. A scream, upwards. Sent upwards. That would tear apart the sky. A scream in search of what? God? Transcendence. Upwards. Rending the clouds.
Work in Progress 