Which is truly?
Halt the flow of thoughts for a primitive second, and let the cycles of human life around us continue without us – we can perch upon the rafters of society as observers for the briefest time.
Now we can ask: Which is truly insane?
The ones who could not fit the mass mould or...
...the ones for whom life is a series of numbers, gathered, defended and worshipped. For ones who make a very special effort to raise creatures in barns only to slay them for nothing more than simple satisfaction. For ones who build fanciful worlds and unrealistic dreams and mistake them for the course of nature. For ones whose learning centres are burial grounds of creativity. For ones who cannot cope with the inevitable reality of mortal flesh and commit themselves to ritual, pretending that bodies do not rot and decay when lain beneath the soil. For ones who laugh down genius, and then celebrate it a generation after she has died. For ones whose codes of law contain a myriad of injustices provided none of that harm is done to them – but some other poor sod beyond immediate perception. For ones who alternately call their wickedness 'natural' in one sentence and then themselves free agents in the next (a terrible contradiction).
Truly, the ones who did not fit the mould may carry all this madness and more, but let us not forget the mundane madness of people and of cities.
By Selim 'Selim' Talat
