A man as a pillar is a dog as a cat, if indeed I am to be a mad man, but to be called mad would surely be a promotion. I tell myself if I were truly that then I would not feel so indifferent to my fellow manor the work I do or the money I receive. It is the indifference that makes me mad, not to feel is maddening of empirical proportions. As empires were built on the maddest of ideas and built by great men, are great men then mad and by that account I am the greatest of all. But do not great men feel, maybe more so than others? The columns that hold the sky in place touch not the ground as man does but as a lean-to holds the slate ceiling of today against the rains of tomorrow. And so to law… ah yes that which is true to country and countrymen alike. It is true that any law made should be abided by if one wishes to reside in a place where the law resides. But a man as myself resides not in a single place but in all places, and be it noted that my mind cannot be restricted to sitting down or taking a sides, the matter of where I am requires my body to be seen. And I no longer see my body as a thing but through my mind this vessel called body is a mere transition between permanent and subsequent madness’s. This I see as no reason to abide by any law set forth by a person who is not myself. If law called out to me as a column, and I see no columns here then it is failed in sight. If the law asks me to be a column so as to comply within its constructs then I am the one who decides my fate, so I am law. So you see I am not mad… I understand that which I see and so as to see it as I see it, one must allow myself to move freely not as a support for the sky, not as a column but as a man free to be mad in the blind eyes of any gatekeeper to that which the columns call law.