“Normality is a paved road:

it’s comfortable to walk,

but no flowers grow on it.”

Vincent Van Gogh.

The path that I choose is oft times, a rough one,

but better by far than the sterile paved desert:

yes, oft times I’ll stumble and sometimes I’ll fall,

but what use is certainty, knowing it all?

A better path’s found, as an old way is lost,

beside me, these flowers where I fell in the dust,

above me, the moon and the stars and the sun,

I’m poet and peasant, therein’s my true wealth.

Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh, written 1st June 2025