The madness of beauty. What it does to our senses and how it moves our emotional beings in ways that defy explanation. How it gives us a pleasure divine in its singularity. The beauty of the silver slivered moon suspended in the southwestern winter sky. It transports ones very soul, momentarily albeit, far from the trials and tribulations of this modern mad life. The madness of beauty is exaltation. It is good. I can dig it. I AM MAD FOR IT!