Questioning sanity
Do the insane know that they are truly insane? Do they ever have a single moment of clarity signifying to their soul that things are not right in their world? If they did, would they notice? Or write it off as another phantom or specter toying with the senses and ideals? Would they listen to reason for fear of it being the opposite of what it proposes itself to be? Can they hear the voices beyond their own madness and decide which are real and which are their own personal demons haunting the dusty corners of their skull? Are they curable? Are they truly sick? What if the people we classify as insane are truly the sane? Can we really be so certain that this minority aren’t just the ones who have seen the reality of our reality? Have they seen the curtain and paid attention to the man behind it? What if the things we call hallucinations are the things that the rest of the world are blind to? Are we better off?
It’s all subjective. To someone who is insane, the rest of society seems crazy. I think everyone else is nuts, and I’m totally sane.
Everyone else IS nuts compared to super-geniuses like us. And we are psychotic imbicles to them. It’s a delicate but happy balance and burden that we bear. Rarrr! I’m a bear!