Match your madness to another’s. You don’t need the mind of the mass-produced, too saintly or self-conscious to laugh at wardrobe malfunctions that happen when the human costume falls off. When you’re standing in the aisle of Whole Foods laughing so hard you forget to pretend like you belong. When you really almost pee your pants, and that makes you laugh even more.
Let yourself love well beyond the bounds of sanity, where your aunts and well-minded people shake their heads wondering when you’ll learn. Don’t learn. Scrape off the indoctrination like the silver part of a lottery ticket. Cash in and spend it all on stupid love, the kind that makes you doodle and twist your hair. Go beyond night or day dream into the imaginal world that only riding the horse of love can carry you into.
But ride hard to a gallop. Do not stop off at the wedding chapel or the fantasy. This love, this mad love, was granted you that you might ride into the only sanity one will ever know—the one where, like cotton candy, the sense of self and other dissolves in the sweet dissolving river of love.