Much madness is divinest sense
To a discerning eye
Much sense, the starkest madness
'Tis the majority
In this, as all prevail
Assent and you are sane
Demur-you're straightaway dangerous
And handled with a chain.

Farewell everyone and like the great Cree says "Stay Naughty"!

Nimble Ech'lir Lighthawk

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Chronos, in the year 409 AF.