Last night, I had a dream about you.
The world is a stage, and we all play our parts in the divine comedy we call life. Why is it funny? Simply another delusion by the jester, the de nu mount of the whole show. Consider this: A sane man is defined by the norm so to be outside of the norm either by virtue of morality or sin one is classified as insane, wherein the virtuous man must fight to be realized as truly virtuous and the criminal must proceed to be the foundations of the great mass's ego. The joke is on the virtuous, if he were to be less intelligent, less caring, less apprehensive his reward would be love, but by those he could never respect fully as an equal. In this way, the upper limits of our society are left two options: (1) to search out his kin or (2) accept the love of the average and choose to overlook the "flaws" and embrace them.
Then he is shadowed in doubt as to whether or not these people he's assumed below him (to fuel his own ego) are truly that different from himself. This is the comedic part when the man realizes that the people he's looked down upon and just accepted may actually be deserving of his full respect and attention. The parts of the great mediocrities actions that the man does not understand are taken as jest, for if the people were as intelligent as he was, they would certainly see their error or poor taste. In this way, the man will assume that which is done wrongly as comedy. That's the kick though!
Enter, option three upon the preceding chain of thoughts. Apathy. Is it better to twist personal norms of sanity so that we are to consider ourselves insane thusly obtaining the ability to enjoy the time we have with the people we have. Yet still here is the joke, as to consider ourselves insane is to throw the reigns to the riders below us and give the Sergeants command. In this way we laugh at ourselves. Yet through apathy, we are alone. Respected, but alone. Truthful but alone. Virtuous but alone. Insane, and that is why we are alone.
Perhaps our greatest quest is to find people as insane as we are and in that way complete ourselves. For then we become Respected, but loved. Truthful, but praised for it. Virtuous, but united in cause. Insane, but never, never alone.
Then he is shadowed in doubt as to whether or not these people he's assumed below him (to fuel his own ego) are truly that different from himself. This is the comedic part when the man realizes that the people he's looked down upon and just accepted may actually be deserving of his full respect and attention. The parts of the great mediocrities actions that the man does not understand are taken as jest, for if the people were as intelligent as he was, they would certainly see their error or poor taste. In this way, the man will assume that which is done wrongly as comedy. That's the kick though!
Enter, option three upon the preceding chain of thoughts. Apathy. Is it better to twist personal norms of sanity so that we are to consider ourselves insane thusly obtaining the ability to enjoy the time we have with the people we have. Yet still here is the joke, as to consider ourselves insane is to throw the reigns to the riders below us and give the Sergeants command. In this way we laugh at ourselves. Yet through apathy, we are alone. Respected, but alone. Truthful but alone. Virtuous but alone. Insane, and that is why we are alone.
Perhaps our greatest quest is to find people as insane as we are and in that way complete ourselves. For then we become Respected, but loved. Truthful, but praised for it. Virtuous, but united in cause. Insane, but never, never alone.