The Duet of Insanity
There was a time when I was normal. Or should I say, there was a time when they considered me normal. I could walk freely, without restraint. My mind followed my feet for miles. I saw the future and returned. Now they say I'm not normal. I think I am normal. But if what they say is true, would I admit to being not normal, or would I claim I was...? So when do I class myself as normal? When do you? Are we normal or are we just finding some similarity to others just so we can appease our gregarious nature?
We all stand on
the edge of humanity. No one is fully humane and no one is completely inhumane.
But the line in blurred and out of shape. The border is cloaked. We cannot see
it, so how can we all manage to achieve the level of the line, yet never
actually see this thin border?