Fanatics Do Not Have Faith

I Turned Around, Stepped Over The Zebra And Threw Myself Overboard.

I Explore It Now In The Only Place Left For It, My Memory.

All Living Things Contain A Measure Of Madness That Moves Them In Strange, Sometimes Inexplicable Ways. This Madness Can Be Saving; It Is Part And Parcel Of The Ability To Adapt. Without It, No Species Would Survive.

Words Are Much Better At Relating Emotions And Thoughts.

I Know Zoos Are No Longer In People's Good Graces. Religion Faces The Same Problem. Certain Illusions About Freedom Plague Them Both.