The madness. The madness breaks out. Madness is breaking out, they say, I often say. Where, when the madness breaks out in me, has it been inside me? In what part? How did he get in so unnoticed, in what disguised form? Since it can break out in almost anyone at any time, it must also be stuck in everyone almost and want to break out. But where? Thorough studies have brought me the certainty: madness lurks at the bottom of the mind for its outbreak and is strange to the mind. Madness contains reason (method). Understanding is regulated madness; madness is paid understanding. It speaks in hieroglyphic language, that is the inner language of the artificial ice factory. (Man) Probably madness is something that must not be allowed to come to light, that must not break out of its imprisonment under any circumstances, because it disturbs the peace in the house, yard, and shared apartment. Perhaps it would be better if it would appear in silence from time to time and would probably be called fantasy. Also fantasy however is something very disturbing, e.g. in office and factory. One speaks of divine madness. But not in Lohberg. Here I am struck by madness.

März in Heinar Kippardt´s Novel  März