A Thought From Gilbert

From II. The Maniac, Orthodoxy by G.K. Chesteron

The general fact is simple. Poetry is sane because it floats easily in an infinite sea; reason seeks to cross the infinite sea, and so make it finite. The result is mental exhaustion, like the physical exhaustion of Mr. Holbein. To accept everything is an exercise, to understand everything a strain. The poet only desires exaltation and expansion, a world to stretch himself in. The poet only asks to get his head into the heavens. It is the logician who seeks to get the heavens into his head. And it is his head that splits.

2 Responses to “A Thought From Gilbert”

  1. Hi Kyle!

    Maybe GKC’s right…and maybe that’s why I have a headache!

    I’m listening to you at work today…it makes me smile. When are you coming home again?? We miss you!

  2. Hey Kyle,

    How can I get a copy of your music?

    Hope all is well