Laconic at best
Several weeks ago I was waiting in a hospital common area. On one wall there were two white squares that people had scrawled messages over and read them out of curiosity. It seemed me that most of the messages on the left square seemed to be insights from people who had learned valuable lessons from tough times, while the ones on the right contained more hateful ramblings, often with a religious slant. On one wall separate from all the other writing was a string of words and I recognised some of them from having read about Thelema, but thought it could have just been a string of names of Egyptian god-forms that someone had felt fit to write. My brother had dismissed them all as drug-addled rambling but I understood where at least half of it was coming from.
It made me wonder if we are all one step from maddness.
