Great Art is the Spark Which Ignites Revolution

After birth, our life was molded by the scarred hands of our parents.  These scars were not earned by us, yet left imprinted in the clay of our being.  Nurtured on a tit that eventually became cancerous, how do we judge the nutritional value of our milk?

Uhhh.... I dunno. 

At the height of crazy is the ability to convince yourself that you are completely sane.