Intermission of Insanity

What causes a person to react to a given situation in whatever way they might? Might one say that a body has chemical reactions that behave much in the way our universe does; With waxes and wanes like the Moon; Holes of inescapable blackness and spots of untolerable light? One might argue many a different point, however noone can dispute the existance of differences that cause us all to behave differently. In reading this book, you, the buyer and reader, might have thought you were buying something of an autobiography that follows a timeline of a life, then stops at the present. However, I am very sorry to tell you that this is most certainly not the case. This story will follow not only the timeline of my life, but also the train of thought that passes through my brain at different frequencies at different moments in time. I am currently facing reality in a most unusual way. But instead of writing once again of my terrible time at feeling secure, I shall instead take note of the many other things that run through my head at a constant acceleration of 9.8 meters per second, for that is the acceleration that one is always traveling. If you drive your car off the edge of a cliff, you can be sure that you are going to die at a constant acceleration of approximately 10 meters per second. Gaping mouths that lick the face of babies are the mouths of newts. Naught for the writ word, one cannot know for sure if the great hero Beowulf was indeed to have battled a great dragon, or a newt with a c4 laced tongue that had the ability to sporatically combust and kill a baby with one lick. Was this the case, and the hero wanted not to die and be remembered as the king who defeated the horrid Grendel, and his mother, but fell to the torching tongue of a tantalizing newt? Wouldst thou like to die and tell your men that you must be honoured as Beowulf the Great who fell to a Newt? Or rather Beowulf the hero who did battle with a dragon, and brought prosperity to your people? One might believe in the bias towards the second of the two, wouldst thou not? The colour purple is a popular colour, yet can be removed from the rainbow more easily than an egg can fry on a fire. It is easier to hold on to a hope that someone has given you rather than create and dream for yourself. If a tear falls in a room and the tear shedder has no knowledge of it, should another person in the room question the reason behind the tear, or wait for the shedder of the tear to acknowledge it's existence first? If it is late at night and one feels the need to spout words of insanity to the fallible minds of the public, should one do so, and earn the title of insanity in it's darkest and most consuming form of brightness? Should one also wish the public of Sister Sanity the best of wishes as the darkess and shadow of moring light approaches? I wish mine public the best of days, and shalt see them on the morrow, if given one minute moment in the morning of the malicious morrow. G'night dear companions of this journey of mind and soul!