What is insanity? What is madness? I think we all have some definition of that. The question is, which one's right?
It's considered insane when a man walks around in public barefoot in the small hours of the morning singing a very out of tune version of the national anthem, but it's not insane to throw stones and insults at that man.
It's not insane for him to be locked up in a mental institution.
That's what I think is insane.
That's not what happened, oh dear reader.
I was just using that as an example.
But the point I was trying to make was that we can find a logical reason to throw rocks and cruel words at a man doing things we don't understand and throw him in a prison, while the stone-throwers are let off with a slap on the wrist.
But what if that man had a reason to be doing those things?
What if... What if something told him to? What if he was compelled to do something he didn't want to do? Surely, no sane man would walk around barefoot at 4 am singing the Star Spangled Banner as if he had a throat infection without reason, of course.
Maybe he thought it was just as crazy as everyone else did.
But then the question remains, why did he do it? Couldn't he have resisted?
Maybe the urges and suggestions were too powerful to bear.
Maybe he was being used as a puppet for something else, Some unknown scheme.
Or maybe he did resist, and in doing those things, he helped his resistance.
In getting thrown away, he assures in some way that the plan cannot be moved into effect.
Maybe that was his goal.
I would like to say more, my friends.
I would like to explain in full detail what I mean.
But I cannot.
Sadly, I must go.
It is 4:47 where I am right now.
I must go outside.
To quote George R. R. Martin, "The night is dark and full of terrors."
But the darkest terrors sometimes come from within.
And I'm getting the strangest urgings right now.
Written by Foxy The Pirate Fox