PREFACE
PREFACE Alas that poor Man with his mind of pain that upon his breast doth rest thoughts that hast his brain in such tight grip that doth thru each thread of that organ doth spread grief andst woe of which the sane doest not contend with thoughts ast writ by that sage that hast of Huckleberry Finn writ
“Nothing exists; all is a dream. God—man—the world—the sun, the moon, the wilderness of stars—a dream, all a dream; they have no existence. Nothing exists save empty space—and you!…And you are not you—you have no body, no blood, no bones, you are but a thought”
So my friend shallst that Man to Madness ruin end fromst those thoughts that inst his brain doth breed that break andst his mind to bend or is he sane my friend andst we be Mad that cant deal with that reality for doest that reality to Madness to us doest send