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"When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies?"
"Perhaps to be too practical is madness. To surrender dreams — this may be madness. Too much sanity may be madness — and maddest of all: to see life as it is, and not as it should be!" (Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, Don Quixote) Poetry or prose.
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2TEFRUIT
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Delusion of Grandeur

My acrophobia takes a back seat as I clamber up the ladder and walk to the the diving board's edge, it's utmost precipice. I plummet heavily into the abyss below and swim in the warm waters. This is no pool and is simple a metaphor for what some call a delusion; I call it a daydream.

In this this little hallucination I've constructed for myself from the most raw materials available in my mind's eye I'm standing in a Olympic stadium. My friends are there, my family too. The crowd watches their voices blended into a cacophonous smoothie suddenly a collected gasp proceeds silence as all jaws drop & the commentators blather on about something technical. Suddenly an entire section of the grandstands erupts in a volcanic shout of USA, USA, USA!!!!

My voice is among them for my little cousin has just stuck her landing and ensured her first Olympic gold medal. In my excitement I hug some random person to my right. I realize it's a woman from one of the other nations. I blush and offer up a thousand apologies upon the alter of my embarrassment. She smiles knowingly and in perfect English laced with an Asian accent she congratulates my family and country.

The months pass and I'm neck deep into the deadline of my latest comic book yarn. I've promised my customers to get this installment out by a certain date and by George that's what I'm going to do. In the middle of my feverish pecking of the keyboard (I never learned to type "properly") a pair of feminine hands gently kneads the stress from my shoulders. I write KRACK into the script and pause to look up into my wife's eyes.

That snafu of an interaction with the lady in the Olympic stands was not our last and by now we've been happily married for a year. We plan to keep it that way. She reminds me about an appointment we have. I mildly swear and pause my epic super-powered clash after all I've got see to my cousin off to college. She's hoping to make it back to the Olympic games.

This of course is all a grand delusion. In reality if my little cousin has dreams to become gymnast they'll be stamped out like the dying embers of a campfire by my mother in an attempt to protect her from dangers real and precieved therefore laying down the morter of good intentions for hell's pavement. As for myself my path is that of the lone wolf no blushing bride from Asia or elsewhere for me. Oh and those comic book I wrote? Ideas resting in mausoleum of sketchbook pages and note books. My duties lie elsewhere. This all is the true madness.

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