How mad do we need to go? How much madder? How much farther?
My God. Stop shouting. I can’t bear your shouting.
We have to shout! We have to match the madness of the times with our madness! There has to be a synchronisation!
Of course, our madness is really a counter-madness. Our madness is really a madness against their madness. Against their delirium. It’s a protective madness, of a sort. It’s a sheltering madness.
We fight their madness with a madness of our own. With mad weapons of our own. We’ll match the hyperbole in reality with our hyperbole in speech!
They would send us mad, but we’ll send ourselves madder. We’ll escape their madness …
Sacrifices to be made … Expectations adjusted … That’s what we heard.
Things won’t go on as before. The university has to change. Unexpected things might happen. Fasten your seatbelts. Prepare for turbulence. Choppy waters! Solar storms! Brown outs and black outs! We were warned.
Work in Progress 