The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. Madness is not a curse, with five feeble senses we pretend to comprehend the boundlessly complex cosmo's. I have seen the dark universe yawning, the gods pity the man who in his callousness can remain sane to the hideous end. Sanity is a curse, madness offers the only freedom.