We are full lade and yet forsoth I thynke - A thousand are behynde whom we may not receyue - For if we do our nauy clene shall synke, We're setting sail To the place on the map from which no one has ever returned - Drawn by the promise of the joker and the fool By the light of the crosses that burn
“Confined on the ship, from which there is no escape, the madman is delivered to the river with its thousand arms, the sea with its thousand roads, to that great uncertainty external to everything. He is a prisoner in the midst of what is the freest, the openest of routes: bound fast at the infinite crossroads. He is the Passenger par excellence: that is, the prisoner of the passage. And the land he will come to is unknown—as is, once he disembarks, the land from which he comes. He has his truth and his homeland only in that fruitless expanse between two countries that cannot belong to him.”
- Madness and Civilization – Michel Foucault
Professor VJ Duke said:
What a ship!
Those who set the sails will see you walk the plank!… I did once, while wandering through the Louvre, come across the painting by Mr. Bosch (quite unexpectedly), and brought my nose as close to it as I thought the guards would allow.
They will – the safest place is in the crow’s nest you know – but keep it to yourself as there isn’t room for many.
Also, not all who sail find the links, so I’m glad you noticed them, such a painting calls for the closest of inspections, in a nightmare, or if very unlucky, you might find your nose tweaked, caught and dragged you would be into the painting at the whim of Mr Bosch himself! (The same applies to certain mirrors). Still, life would be a grey matter for the grey matter if we all played it safe.
Peter Schreiner said:
You say Ship of Fools, I think Robert Plant. http://youtu.be/9yzQO_5Of_U
Ah yes, it was a consideration as I too was reminded of it, however the tag capacity was too limited to fit all the choices in. A fine song mind you Peter smiles
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