Wonder
Although he wondered whether men of his era truly knew the meaning of inspiration, that creative monad that descended from the heavens and turned man into a vessel of the ineffable
time and again, whether the comfort of a house and a wife and a child and the philosophy of the sofa was the means he had to use to reach his goal, his insubordinate soul knew his path was elsewhere, his tracks had to be made in places he hadn’t been before. This was his call, and he accepted it from the day he left his didactic post to follow his instinct to the edge of logic and the border of insanity, yet this was his choice, to the end of ends, where only the brave dare enter, only the courageous stand unabatedly against all odds and who had their instinct as their guide
Manolis Aligizakis 