striving for greatness, or "carnal specialness" is the paragon of illness. We are one with god, and to think that we can be seperate is insanity to the max. We are all insane to this degree, until we wake up and realize we never left and there is no such thing as insanity. Isn't that insane?

But on the level of form, my friend Robert is a genuine schizo, he's in his late 40s, his mom pays all of his bills, he never bathes, is a total societal outcast, has his mom buys him male prostitutes and is one of the most gifted painters I've ever met. I would put his work up against many of the so-called greats. The man is an artistic genius, but a total reject at the same time. I think he's wonderful and people are buying his paintings for like 2 and three thousand dollars here in New Orleans. I wouldn't be surprised if in 25 years people were paying $100,000 or more.