The buzzards of madness circling the frozen january skies looking for an honost meal at the right price. The madness of hunger, and the hunger of madness. Yet in the midst of it all, a stark beauty clothed in the midnight icy trek home last night: the moon, and the roiling void and the burning, raging stars held in its impossible grip, all defying human hope and faith give me reason to believe in the force of life in all its bare boned reality. THE MADNESS OF REALITY! The beauty of one cold moment under the dome of the indifferent heavens. HOO RAH FOR SUCH A MADNESS. Hoo rah for such a solitary moment of respite in this "winter of our discontent".