"The marvelous logic of the mad which seems to mock that of the logicians because it resembles it so exactly, or rather because it is exactly the same, and because at the secret heart of madness, at the core of so many errors, so many absurdities, so many words and gestures without consequence, we discover, finally the hidden perfection of a language. 'From these things,' Zacchias concludes, ' you truly see how best to discuss the intellect.' The ultimate language of madness is that of reason, but the language of reason enveloped in the prestige of the image, limited to the locus of appearance which the image defines. It forms, outside the totality of images and the universality of discourse, an abusive, singular organization whose insistent quality constitutes madness."
-- Madness & Civilization, Michel Foucault.

"[...]the man of acute consciousness, who has come, of course, not out of the lap of nature but out of a retort[...]" Notes from the Underground, Dostoyevsky.

the goal, she said, is eventual self-generation

the end, he replied, is determined by how capable you are at fucking yourself over