“There is a form of madness that possesses this slowly decaying heart of mine. It corrupts and consumes me; it pulls me relentlessly into the unknown lands beyond my horizons. Towards that ineffable something I have ventured my entire life. Beyond those horizons I look out for something on those lonely mountain trails, sitting in smoky bars in foreign lands, staring out wistfully at the sad ocean sunsets. My brain knows I can be no where else other than the here and now, but this heart of mine will never fully grant me that total peace it needs. Manically it shall beat its way toward its inevitable death, and until that happens I am cursed to be out on those wild plains, lost among those mountains of madness – relentlessly hunting the horizon for a home that doesn’t exist in this galaxy or the next.”
~ A Voice From The Wild ~ 