A man so pure and extreme, like the idiot character conjured by Dostoyevsky, a man endowed with the enchanted eye of a child — a man like that exists! He suffers an extraordinary condition: “Headquakes” — spontaneous discharges of words, words from deep in the magma chamber of his soul, shuddering upward, something very natural, like a natural disaster, his mouth emitting shrill sounds that carry the lilt of banality and the strength of a revealed truth, yet without any awareness of their emission.
Headquakes can be experienced as clarity of mind or great excitement, and are traditionally the symptoms of insanity, heroism, or sanctity. They can also be produced by deep stupidity. The man’s infantile glance — always creating a playful atmosphere around him, even in the most formal and dramatic situations — remind us that life is a game (and he the ontological winner). His bemused expression can turn the evacuation of a city destroyed by earthquake into a happy week-end of camping, or a deadly war into an entertaining diversion with people blowing up like pop-corn. Is he a fool? No. He is an Artist. A Genius. A Holy Man. The Idiot.
– Marco Pitzalis