Burning Thoughts of a Mad Man.


Burning Thoughts of a Mad Man. “It was like being stuck in your body and waiting to get out because everything’s going so damn fast.” On a trip to Europe this past summer, I talked a couple of times with a guy who used to live in the U.K., and then he asked for my thoughts. It turned out he was a member of the group. So I’ll give you my thoughts on everything. The first thing that comes to your mind is the fact that you’re not in control of your life. So how do you manage that? “Well,” it started, “I mean, life is a process, but it’s not something you can control or make happen, it’s happening within you. So you can’t get what you want done, or you can’t get the answers you want. You don’t come down to me saying, ‘I want to be a model.’ You have to know you’re good enough, but you have to know what you’re good at. So do your homework, and think of things that you hope will improve your life; then you’ll know you’re good in the end.”


Chapter Two:
The Bailiffs of London
“Where then is he?” he asked, opening the cage, as if he thought it were safe enough, when we were alone, “he must not live too long: the fever will go away soon.”
“He will not, I assure you,” said I, putting myself between him and his bed, but turning around fast enough that he had no opportunity to hear.
“Is he alive or dead?” he cried out.
“Dead. He was dead all this morning. Was that good?”
As I said this I could feel my fever increasing. “No,” I answered, “we shall see. Have you had any food this evening?”
“No; but I wish to see your face, in a few minutes.”
I went back and opened the cage again, and the fever still increased, and I had only two things to take with me, that of my cap and my scarf; but the fever was worse this day, for my head was much inflamed.


For there may be in any man a spirit which he considers an accident, and whose fate must lie in the power of any sudden or unexpected shock or violent exertion of will.

I was, in spite of all my sufferings, conscious that at every instant, in the midst of my life, there was more at stake than the happiness of my children; and that from the moment they died, I might not be the only one who lost them.

I was very angry; for if my own soul had been affected, it must have been felt by a very few persons.” —A Letter to His Son, from the New York Daily Tribune, April 24, 1896.


A madman has many emotions; an even worse one is rage.

Rage is a powerful emotion that many human beings have never fully understood:

Some men get angry in the heat of battle; others are always angry, but one thing is certain and that is that no matter what the situation, their angry expressions are always accompanied by a fierce disposition. When I was twelve years old and saw this behavior exhibited by President Nixon in his first inaugural speech I thought he was mad. In fact, he was. I would give you a thousand dollars to see an episode of The Honeymooners. The episode happened one day when I was ten or eleven years old, and the father of my sister was taking his son to Disneyland and had given him a ticket to show him the first park ever built. He was going on and on like a madman and had taken some of the people with him and was in a little booth on the side of the park, talking to himself about the park and being angry with other people. He had turned to my sister and asked her if she was mad…


“I love your work and love you.
I wish you my best while I remain an addict.
Don’t let me go now.
You are a genius with a soul.”

“I am here… to do a piece for you… I wanted to make you happy and I made you mad.

“It might not be obvious or even funny.”

My own reaction:

“You never know, it could happen again.”


The Great War was a war that was lost by millions of people due to the war between the United Nations and the Russian Empire. As we know from the great conflicts of world history, sometimes wars turn out differently than people imagined.

So this story of the war between the United Nations and the Russian Empire might be a “war for people and for history.”

In the aftermath of the War of 1812, when the United Nations and the Russian Empire joined forces to defeat the Ottoman Empire, millions fled to Europe and across the North Atlantic. They arrived in Norway in the 14th century. In the later years of the 1500s and 1600s they became part of the Swedish and Prussian Empires, which ruled Denmark, Iceland, and other Scandinavian countries for roughly three hundred years until Sweden was forced to retreat at various points during the Middle Ages.

In contrast to the other European tribes whose names I will be using in this story of the War, I will honor the Swedish, Prussian, and Danish founders of the United Nations.