Madness, which was nothing but an instantaneous contact between the non being of error and the nothingness of the image, always maintained a dimension that enabled it to elude an objective grasp; and when the attempt was made to seize it in its most intimate structure, hunting it down in the innermost recesses of its essence, the only language found to formulate it was the language of reason deployed in the impeccable logic of delirium; and that which made it accessible ensured that it also eluded any firm grasp as madness.