Madness To The Method

Madness to the Method It did not come from mode of method, nor from the charted mind. But sprung from a will-o'-the-wisp spark in the blind spot shadow, of the brain, disentangled and drifting. The idea slipped in sideways, from the periphery of focus, when attention was distracted, by the flit of eyes glancing, in other ways on other days, For the more you look, the less likely you are to see, the brilliant gems lying invisible to naked eyes, blinded by the wont-of-desire for discovery, to stare intensely at the target, and not look away. But, it takes a touch of madness, to notice strange occurrences, in the clutter and debris of random observations falling like ticker-tape from still-born mode-of-method showers, of collected failures-to-disprove. It takes the madness of serendipity for one to take potluck picks in the box of tricks smart minds often miss, to pick winners with happenstance.