(Author's Note) Hello, and a happy belated Tree Frog Day to all of you. What follows is a brief bit of my subconscious that came to surface at precisely 2:04 a.m. this morning. I have yet to determine why I wrote it down, or what was going through my mind when I decided to write it down at all, when the alternative of going back to sleep was so very appealing. Regardless. I would like to warn you all that I wasn't entirely present at the time, so if it doesn't make sense, well, that's your own fault. My logic may be flawed, but I'm not dead yet and that certainly says something for skewed reasoning! Or... something like that, one hopes. Why Everyone Is Insane. First off, I'll be ignoring the two most obvious reasons, A) because I said so, and B) because you'd have to be mental to survive in what can only be termed a very large mistake. There. That clear, please proceed to the next paragraph. Alright, every person's life revolves around the individual. What they know, what they do, et cetera. Their world focuses upon themselves, and no one else. Picture each person and their world, the things they learn from and interact with, as a tiny silver sphere (hey, I like silver, okay? Give a girl a break, they can be silver if I want them to.) containing both that person and their life's experiences. Now drop that little sphere in with the millions of other individual silver globes, each one the exact same principle, but with different experiences suited to the person it focuses upon. Now all these silver balls are rolling about, and one doesn't know about another directly until they bump into each other. I mean, you can know about the concept of people living in a different country, but you won't know anyone from that country until you meet them... So anyway, you can look at it as each sphere being a reality, focused upon the reality's creator, with other realities gently bumping up against it each time the creator interacts with another person. There. That's the long and short of it. While every person is sane to themselves, they need merely to brush up against a person whose reality is far enough from their own to be considered looney. If the reality of one person says Object A is a donkey, then someone whose reality says Object A is a chicken is insane. Of course, to the person who sees a chicken, the person who sees a donkey is the crazy one. Take it another step further, add another person. Their reality says Object A is a small bowl of green jell-o. To them, both the donkey reality and the chicken reality are insane. And so on, and so on.... Everyone's reality is based upon their experience as an individual, so is different from anybody else's reality. Therefore, everyone sees something different when looking at, say, Object A. If everyone sees something different, then everyone is insane to at least one other person. If you're insane to one person, who says you aren't insane to the rest of the world? Perhaps your reality says you're sane, but what about outside of your reality....? You can't possibly know, because you can't change your past experiences and actions. Try as one might, realities don't work the same way as underwear. Okay. That was fun. In conclusion, every single person in existence is insane. And even if there was a single, solitary sane person out there, one look at this sort of logic should send them over the edge. (Post Script) Um. Well, I leave you to make what you will of that. Hope you all had a nice Tree Frog Day, with a minimum of exploding entrees, violent football enthusiasts and annoying relatives. If you did suffer from any of these, my condolences, and next time try locking yourself indoors. I'd suggest doing so sometime during the first week of November, so buy provisions, because death by starvation is considered bad form in most rural areas. Retournon nous moutons, mes amies. Margrett Green, or sommat similar (And now, for today's weather forecast. Partly psychotic, with a 90% chance of schizophrenia. Back to you, Leprechaun Bob.)