A Tribute to Madness

It was something spectacular that I had to expand it into something more. It was a mixture of sudden bolts of ideas sparks of inspiration that revealed itself through the process of writing.

"Madness is relative."

 

And I’m sure that whoever’s introduced to it deep enough, would inevitably be convinced to stay,there, even if it means drowning under deep waters and straying in strange places. Because admittedly, there isn’t much left in our world to come back for. Don't you agree? Oh I know, you don't, because you’ve been a walking dead all your life, A Walking Dead, zombified, fossified, whichever you prefer, tomato, to-mah-to, it doesn’t matter. Isn’t that funny? Tell me yes, please. Why so serious?

 

Well I mean, it’s either just diposable cash, money, wealth, or love, that you can’t give up right? That pitiful, fickle, self-deluding idea proliferated by us. Truly sentimental crap, I’d give you that.

 

You know I’ve always thought, if we cross the line far enough. Perhaps, just perhaps, hypothetically speaking, we'd go mad. But then don't you know the story? There's no line, at all. There isn’t a clear breaking point, an uncrossable bridge between what sane and insane. And the saying goes: “ We aren’t contractually tied down to rationality. There is no sanity clause.” Our minds are boundless s at that, truly remarkable at regenerating possibilities and alternatives. Always restless to dig up loopholes of itself so it could flagellate its flawed system and cleanse it of all plausible stupidity, by the way, that’s often called remembering, or reflecting, or recomposing yourself, and all that happen mostly when you’re sound asleep, tucked away into dream land by the so called companion vested inside your skull. See the trick your mind plays on you? So that even if you’re dying to interfere in its, uh, programming against your will. You cannot. How smart is that. I thought our brains deserved our applause.

 

It never interrogates itself whether or not things are sensible, no" it would never betray you in such a way, by filtering off your illogical options. You wouldn’t want it to instinctively know how to do so anyway, would you? Because if it did, then you're already saying bye-bye to humanity.

 

But that isn’t to say that it doesn’t own a preference, if not all on its own, partially, at least, to a very large extent. And it ever really has one preference, for you to engage privately and solely with it alone, to work according to its command, rather than reacting to environmental uncertainties. You see here, your mind's possessive. It wants your attention to be on it and only it. The discrepancy here, really just lies in how much the conscious you echoes the sentiments of your own mind. Whether the consciously sane you also wanted to venture into the unidentified, mysterious, contemporary dangerous region called Madness. How attracted you are to the other side, how much do you resonate with the insane. And how comfortable are you being called plain ol' mad.

Who else don't want to go to wonderland?

 

People feared those labeled ‘psychopaths’. That’s, nothing to fear in my opinion. You’ve definitely heard of monsters, right? Inner demons that reside within you, perhaps even more than one of them. There you have it, ladies and gentleman, psychopaths are no more than one of those aforementioned demons taking over its host to come out and play. Cuddly, adorable little stuffs, aren’t they? Harmless, like children, just wanna come out and have fun. Now it wouldn’t hurt to know that those demons originate from us would it? It’s like your liver, for instance, they regrow itself and regenerate the broken parts when they’re executed, cut off, eviscerated. No questions asked. They just grow, and sprawl. They don’t die. Creepy? Yeah I thought so. Our bodies do terribly creepy stuffs all the time. Grotesque, I agree, but glorious all the same, like the many personalities you harbor out of yourself.

 

Which reminds me of, religions. Know how those coups always try to proselytize you into succumbing to some kind of umm, self-flagellation, like I said before, or some sort of endangerment, or pledge to sacrifice everything for the Almighty Highest, when the situation calls for it? That part gets under my skin all the time. It bothers me so much that with all due respect, they teach innocent people to banish they’re evil instincts and purge themselves of sins, and they teach you to always hold on to, hope, like wreaks of vine, when you’re falling off a cliff, even when you’re not actually falling off a cliff. You know how they were challenging nature by drowning out the ugly part of you? At least nature doesn't lie to you. It shows you both sides, neat and clean. A lion shredding a lamb into pieces is not evil. It’s just as it is, just as nature intends it to be. There needn’t be guilt on the lion’s part, nor self-loathe as far as the lamb knows of its role. But look at that Mighty Highness, if it ever truly existed, looming over people’s suffering and watching them murdering each other off, and doing less than nothing.

And still they ask you to depend on hope, and innate goodness, all the same old, lies. If that isn’t laughable, I don’t know how to put it. Mercy is weak, but justice, using it like a banner to market honorable altruistic values? No, I just don’t buy it. Why can't they accept that humanity is evil? Why must we redeem ourselves from who we are, from our natural selves. Religion teaches you to slice yourself in half, hold on to that goody goody part, and forsake it of every despicable, tainted, malicious components. And they had to dress is up with 'it's all for your own good.' Because ultimately we’re just lost little lambs that needed a shepherd to guide us. As if it's that simple. It’s dehumanizing.

 

You know what, I’ve advocated making duality big enough to be a religion, as spiteful as religions are. But people loved religions and they get naturally defensive at anything abstract without a title right? Duality makes you whole. Duality doesn’t force you to forge yourself into something that you’re not. Duality accepts you as you are, the black and the white, equally. It would've never demand you to deny your savaged inner beast just because it's cruel. 

 

And with education, they teach you to become intelligent, if not more accustomed to systemization. Like robots. See? My Walking Dead knock knock joke still applies. They give people what they want, a doctorate, a phD, for those interested and bored enough to waste their time in higher education. The truth as it is, is that we are only trying to aim high, to prepare appropriately for a remarkable, spectacular and awe-inspiring descend. And look, don’t get me wrong, it doesn’t need to be a demise, a downfall, where the hero gets defeated ultimately by its own weakness. Because a tendency to be insane isn't a weakness to begin with. After all people do fall, a lot, all the time. And you know, falling is good, because you always come back up, better.

 

The only dilemma that’s left, have always remained exceptionally clear to me. And possibly the only one reason that has kept so many on their nerves about the slightest possibility of going insane. The question is “Do I let myself get caught this time, or should that be next time. Embrace it or deny it?” And even if you get caught, you’ll still be asking yourself “Do I still have the chance of redeeming myself, in the eyes of the world. Can I still look presentable, as a sane man?” And if the answers to the second question is a stark, imposing, no, you should've known your next step. Because there are no longer rational options. You've only got one way out: pure, inviting, enticing Madness.

Congratulations, you’ve officially graduated from sanity.

Unless of course, you' are still scared to take the dip.

 

Author's Note

any highlights that struck you particularly? Anything that you find interesting? Any lines that you liked? Anything that stands out and doesn't quite make sense? Any comment is welcomed but please don't be mean.