What is be mad? To be truly insane, to the edge of asylum?
What is it to be shunned for your insanity, your inhumanity, to be... Well what else could it be?
I am these things, and to be them is to be me.

But to be me, how strange indeed.
For I am shunned, and always on the edge of asylum. For I am mad, maybe even insane.
But what is insane? To be dillusional? Or is it merely to be different?

Difference is in the mind of the same, the mind of the sane.

The sane minded...the same minded, how like minded they are.