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 thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles.Jack Kerouac, On the Road
I turn my heart towards the mad ones, those who reject the temptations of conformity and the allure of sameness. They venture into the wild and carve their own path. They walk into and embrace the darkness, without any direction home. They follow the burning light inside of them, their torch ablaze, illuminating the cave to new ways of being. 'Zombies, zombies everywhere!' they whisper in my ear with caution. Nothing terrifies them more than the 'cult of normal', they tell me. These humans, they say, are pre-programmed with a similar code, with identical thoughts, goals and aspirations. They are stamped, dated, and come off the assembly line in a timely manner. One after the other after the other. Mass production. Cookie-cutter hearts, Cookie-cutter minds, Cookie-cutter souls. Let us not forget that the trailblazers throughout history, from Socrates, Jesus, the Buddha and Gandhi, were all initially dismissed by the conformists, the dogmatic masses. We laughed, scolded and persecuted them with our childish arrogance. It is only in retrospect in which we fully appreciate their greatness. Blessed are the weird ones! Let us turn our hearts to those who have no shame in living out their authentic selves. So I tell you, dear reader, throw away the script, corrupt the code, follow Truth, Beauty and Goodness wherever it may lead you. Embody courage, Live as a free-spirit, But more importantly, be human - all too human.
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