Kind compliment from a former student:
The only people for me are the mad ones. The ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time. The ones who never yawn or say a commonplace word but burn burn burn like fabulous Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.
From Jack Kerouac’s On The Road. Calls to mind Psalm 131 for me and this much-loved passage from Augustine’s Confessions, book I, chapter 1:
You arouse us so that praising you may bring us joy, because you have made us and drawn us to yourself, and our heart is unquiet until it rests in you.
Copious Flowers 