« on: April 28, 2017, 05:35:14 PM »
(Hieronymus Bosch, The Garden of Earthly Delights, right panel, detail) "Many people have a dark worm of insanity wandering through their bodies and minds. It is black, and has three large eyes, glittering with crimson. His long mouth ending with a maw serves him for spitting - he spits accurately like an outstanding marksman. He consumes our dreams; drinks them in the night, digests them and lets away for them to return at dawn, to show us the other worlds. Little, rustling paws allow him to move freely through every part of the body. So, it crawls out of a story, a poem, an event or belief, and it breaks in through the eye, ear or part of the skin to wander silently, looking for a place to stay. When it gets to the soul, a man starts to be dangerous to his integrity. When it reaches the mind, a man starts to be dangerous to those surrounding him. But, when it reaches the heart, a man falls in love with some other human being. Then, the world becomes dangerous for him, and every step might bring the bitter end.
My own dark worm made the soul his home. Maybe, it is only an intermission, a break in a longer journey for him to regain strength. It's possible than some day he might want to proceed, and he'll choose the heart or the mind, inviting me to a fabulously serviced table of insanity or a pearl cave of love, where reason slumbers, the conscience awakens, and happiness is associated with reciprocity of someone's heart and not doing any harm to anyone. Then, I'll pass my final exam of foolishness."
- Waldemar Łysiak, "Flet z mandragory" (translated from Polish)
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