You can't go on

Thinking nothing's wrong

Chesterton has a wicked sense of humor. And a lot to say about the state of humanity in our sin. It is a wonder though, that many of us (Christians included) have lost our notion of sin and fallenness. So much so that it is very easy to ignore and rationalize away the guilt that otherwise should riddle our spirits. Indeed as Chesterton purports, rational logic and not spirited art is the root of insanity and as it is impossible to communicate with the madman, it is even more impossible to communicate with the rational man. For this man, bred of the Enlightenment, hails solipsism and believes in himself, and hence is locked into the prison of individualism, with no sense of otherness. We are very small beings, and not built to be self-sufficient.

But then I wonder if my attempts to build community and relationships are actually worth anything. Or if they are but feeble representations of the circular, narrow, yet infinite arguments of the madman.

Who's gonna drive you home, tonight?

And through all this, I recall reading a thought off a page (off a hand-me-down chinese textbook no less), penned by Yishan:

"There is a joy in being a madman that only madmen will know."

And I think I know who's crazy.