The outsider

Undefinable, with no creed or title and fierce contempt for conceptual reality, he’s in spiritual exile from the place and time he was born into. Terrible alone among his contemporaries misunderstood by an arid society, an aimless wanderer, he is, laughed at by the well-adjusted, their mind chloroformed with low-grade entertainment, their meaning and desires built into them from the outside.

Erik Rittenberry