Let us exalt the madness.
Let us glorify it along with the feelings that bubble up under the skin.
Blinded by the truth, let us offer it our clear and unblinded eyes.
Let us allow it to assault us with its power, to shatter clichés and surrender to it to be the dimension of wholeness in which our truest humanity is sublimated.
Those who are normal surrender, accept mediocrity and come to terms with limitation, in an intermediate space between the ordinary and the mundane, imposing those constraints that define social rules.
Madness, on the other hand, is a polysemic reality overflowing with human wisdom.
It is an allegory, it is a connotation, it is an inconsistency, it is everything that does not conform to the comfort of thought.
It is utopia.
It is the good, defiant madness that gives voice to the consciousness that does not deserve to be suppressed, because it is the one that expresses the emotion, the hope, the confidence, the desire and the infinite capacity to revive the world as it should be.
