All that are

I am recovering.

Fancy that!

Mark Stewart, the singer/playwright i was gonna write about, said "For some of us, art is more real than life." It made me wonder...if that's what my curse is. I suppose it's a curse. For if "ignorance is a bliss", wouldn't insight be a curse?

The same haunting question of existence versus imagination dominated the debate between the most famous man of the last century and his not so famous literary counterpart, albeit in a different context. "Do we see it for it exists", or, "Does it exist for we see it"? The physicist in the later part of his life would concede to the poet.

Shakespeare paints the lunatic, the lover and the poet with the same brush in "A Midsummer Night's Dream". Ah, the three cursed minds drawn together with a single swift stroke...

"The lunatic, the lover, and the poet
Are of imagination all compact."

...offering a befitting portrayal of the poet ...

"The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name."

Perhaps it's vain for me to claim that poets hold the insight for the rest of the humanity. But I think it is the simple truth. As Robert Browning once said, justifying vanity in proclamation of truth,

"But it's the simple truth; and as it's true, it shall stand".