It is sometimes an appropriate response to reality to go insane.
I enjoy talking to you. Your mind appeals to me. It resembles my own mind except that you happen to be insane.
So man’s insanity is heaven’s sense; and wandering from all mortal reason, man comes at last to that celestial thought, which, to reason, is absurd and frantic; and weal or woe, feels then uncompromised, indifferent as his God.
Or maybe temporary insanity is just an excuse for inexcusable behavior.
Insanity in individuals is something rare – but in groups, parties, nations, and epochs it is the rule.[Der Irrsinn ist bei Einzelnen etwas Seltenes, – aber bei Gruppen, Parteien, Völkern, Zeiten die Regel.]
The distinction between sanity and insanity is narrower than the razor’s edge, sharper than a hound’s tooth, more agile than a mule deer. It is more elusive than the merest phantom. Perhaps it does not even exist; perhaps it is a phantom.
Sane people did what their neighbours did, so that if any lunatics were at large, one might know and avoid them.
Perhaps if you know you are insane then you are not insane. Or you are becoming sane, finally. Waking up.
Matter is plastic in the face of Mind.
Knowing was the worst part. Awareness of insanity does not make one any less insane. Awareness of drowning does not make one any less of a drowning person—it only adds the burden of panic.
