An insane man can truly question and embrace the world's wonders, its mystery and magic. Lead by his own self-delusion alluring himself into unbearable secrets.
For a man to truly with no doubt traverse the lands freely and unshackled will indefinitely hold an insane man's wisdom. For logic and common sense to remain common are only rules meant to be broken, for the uncommon to become natural.
For the unnatural to become the foundation of logic.
It is fundamental for the progress of society, changes are chaotic, unpredictable. Any fundamentals we have known to be given may change as the flow of time passes by, forever continuing as we edge to humanity's peak. Progress is made by insane men, those who know no bounds beyond themselves and thrive for the impossible. Insanity takes part in downfall, yet is ingrained in success, thus a wisdom of the insane'..
My mind is gone, my desires shattered by the eclipses of time.
The dreams I dreamt at youth haunts me constantly, tearing at who I used to be. I had so much time, an incredulous amount; yet it was never enough, it will always never be enough. The work I held in my hands was revolutionary, my theory ever closer to completion. I had abandoned all other thoughts, all other desires. I could feel the very fulfilment of my being, my only goal, my only purpose in which I lived on this earth shatter into pieces which could not ever recover.
Gone into Isolation, the ever unending gluttony towards my paper plateaued, slowed down, my bones grew thin, the wrinkles of my body started to spread.
My hair which turned white signalled my age, as I reflected into myself one word was the culmination of all my years alive, despair, despair had consumed this lonely life I led. At last the realisation tore through every lasting bit of hope I once used to have. The door to my exit seemed heavy, the struggle, madness of tribulations I endured I could take no longer. As I desperately grasped for the freshness of air I was greeted with piles toppled with mail. One in particular caught my eye, my brain simply refused to compute what I just saw.
For that moment I wished for everything, more time, enough to achieve what I had wished several times over and go for even greater heights. My light which had been incomplete for was solved in an instant, I should've hurled in grace, danced in light of the news for my purpose had been achieved. Instead what left me; what I had felt was not the single knowledge or piece of acknowledgement that I had existed; left on earth enduring what sacrifices I've painstakingly suffered, tortured to extreme extents yet in the eyes of what stands above was less than a gust of wind.
I crave purpose, aching in my heart longed for a sense of life, a sense of meaning for the sole reason to live. I must live for the search of a new purpose, for where I can dedicate my whole being and determination, a new glory to fulfill.
The slow eyes of mine brightened with a new goal, yet my legs stayed still, my arms stayed still, my head slowly lost its ability to think; they did not change, and as I fell to the ground in a state of weakness, I had frantically shouted out, my vocal chords burst and only a silent wail of horror overcame me. In desperation of my final moment I had tried to grasp the voice of god for he must have understood the depths of my despair, to grant this burning desire I hold.
'Angels in heaven, and god who resides in thy heavenly palace, please hear my cry and wail of endless torture. If you may graciously lend hand to this old frail man, I wish to attain the power to bring new purpose to my life consequences be damned for I merely hope for my presence to be acknowledged, I; to be engraved in history.
God in heaven, I wish for immortality!'