Men have called me mad, but the question is not yet settled whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence--whether much that is glorious--whether all that is profound--does nots spring from disease of thought--from moods of minds exalted at the expense of the general intellect. They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. In their grey visions they often glimpse of eternity, and thrill, in waking, to find that they have been upon the verge of a great secret. Edgar Allan Poe