Tonight, we went to see Sans Merci, a play about a lesbian woman who gets brutally injured in Colombia, who finally meets the mother of her college lover, who died in the same attack three years before. The mother does not approve of her now dead daughter’s relationship, yet she says expresses that “love is the intersection of two poetries,” yet each person’s poetry is a different type of madness, so when those poetries collide, they create intense passion, protectiveness, and rage. If this is truly the case, does that mean that if your love survives, that you then have achieved the most ultimate form of poetry, and thus total madness in your life?