While the world may feel entitled and have the power to pronounce an individual crazy, are there times when the innocent genius, the insightful individual or just the old grandmother may reasonably declare the world to be mad? Probably, but what hope or happiness would such an individual have?
Perhaps life is actually more confusing and unknowable to an adult than a child, but grown-ups have learned to deceive themselves and act as if they understand what's going on; and some are elected to high office on the basis of their ability to create this impression.
I became a cartoonist because I'd sort of failed at everything else, really. I mean, it was by default.
The child who has no need to feign empirical knowledge about life can wonder and fantasise with great ease. The world is his oyster, or any other thing he wants it to be.
I don't like to brag, but I must tell you that I am regarded in some circles as being in the upper echelons of the elite loony left.
Anzac Day, it seems, must now be done with bluster, hoopla and media hypnotism.
I'm totally deaf in my right ear, yeah.
Out of economic hardship can come change - we are suddenly cast onto our wits and our talents and our resources and our strengths, as we lose all the choices we once had.
Happiness, it's a small thing - just a very little thing.
In later life, we don't easily talk of fears, but instead we discuss our 'concerns.' Fear seems too primal and hysterical, but concern is polite and intellectual and nicely under control.
I give thanks for the fact that I can get this stick with a bit of steel nib on the end, dip it in some black carbon stuff, and draw on paper. Now, people did it the same way 2,000 years ago. And there's something lovely about that play, and making mud pies and a mess. That's a lovely privilege.
Meat workers may have been looked down upon socially, but at least they were well-paid and were a fit and lively bunch as a result of hard, honest physical work.
What modern humans need help with is escaping from the despair of politics, commerce and media, escaping from the drabness and oppressiveness of worldly values and seeing through suburban mentality and normal community standards so that they can find some much-needed relief for their wilting souls.
Democracy just isn't working any more; without sanity at its heart, it is becoming a most unique and fiendish tyranny.
Einstein was a great advocate of the notion that good ideas look absurd at the beginning. Camus expressed a similar view.
I was a reflective child.
Modern man is probably a more humiliated and depressed creature than he dares to know.
Falling down is a very big subject, and so is the concept of downfall. None of us escapes, and I have had my share of both.
It's terrible the way words get attached to you like barnacles.
There is some suffering that awaits us all.
All nations that throw their military weight around, occupying neighboring lands and treating the residents with callous and humiliating disregard, are already sliding towards the dark possibilities in human nature.
The disasters of war can be infinitely eerie and poignant.
The scariness of manhood to males may be symbolically seen in the many stories of indigenous Australian boys who ran away and hid in the bush as the time of initiation approached.
I had a few ducks as a kid.
Wisdom may best arise from a humbling reality.
I never really understood who the Magi were as a child. What is a Magi? Not a word I would use, but a magpie I could understand.
Easter is not limited to the passion and death of Christ; it also includes the dismal tragedy of life unlived by the many, and all the loss of passion and truth that goes with it.
How many times have I heard people say, 'I became very ill a couple of years ago; it got very serious, and I look back and give thanks for how it changed me and the truth I found.'
A lot of mothers want to be with their children. They can't afford it for this reason or that reason.
The relentless invisible storm of radio signals and electronic particles, the hustle and bustle, and the billions of petrol explosions in the engine blocks of trucks and cars seem to churn up the molecules of life and heaven so violently that the beautiful fogs are unable to hold together like they once did.
Two's company and three's a crowd, but seven can be an uprising. And the seven can become 70 or 700 or 7000 very quickly if the sense of being wronged is felt broadly and truly enough.
My children just want to get at the world; it is so pleasantly surprising to witness that.
It is known that wildfires behave unpredictably - this is fundamental - but it is my experience that humans in the presence of wildfire are also likely to behave in aberrant and unpredictable ways.
It is difficult to imagine any time in history when so many people claiming to be so free have lived in so much fear of being unattractive.
Making jokes is about the most wrong and stupid thing a bemused, middle-aged, white heterosexual Anglo Saxon sort of Celt Australian male can do these days.
There are moments when great music can be the greatest service and charity.