...madness is there.
sometimes it feels close enough to touch it. like when i follow an idea too far down it's winding path. i see it in brief glimpses, always just beyond my field of vision. i might reach for it too if i weren't worried about what sort of stain it might leave on my finger tips.
i'm constantly dodging and sparing with reality. i suspect i'll never get used to it all. maybe none of us do. maybe we lie to ourselves. we all have these imperfect pictures of what the world really is in our heads, and yet we manage. more or less. when you think you have the absolute market on what things are, you're pretty close to madness. when you don't believe in anything, when you think nothing is true, that's pretty close to madness too.
i supose that would mean that sanity is when you realize that everyone's model of what is out there is built on assumptions, and everyone has colored their picture of the world with the tints of their soul. sometimes you're right. sometimes you're wrong. we all get by on the little bit of truth that has weathered the days, and a little bit of faith that things are as they seem.
ghost
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