I for one choose to revel in it, to enjoy my time apart from sanity. I prefer to be the insane and incredulous in a world of rules and regulations followed more for traditions sake than any form of rationality. I prefer to dance and scream and kill as if in a drug fueled frenzy of the mind, careless of the time, for all to see.
I am the only winner in the arms race of the mind, I am the tear that slowly unwinds the tapestry that you've so carefully constructed for yourselves to live in, the loose string that will loose hell.
I am what you fear, and what you await with baited breath. I am your deepest desire, for I am freedom, and I am truth, and I am everything you wish you could be, but cannot for fear of losing the masks you maintain.
To quote a completely fictional yet supremely powerful character, "I have a sickness in the brain. I'm allowed to make no sense to you puny mortals, with your fully operational head-meat."
So this is what it has come to. The sick preaching the healthy. I can't wait.
