Thoughts on vison and sanity

What if thoughts were like weights trapping the mind?
Tying you down, like iron ropes tugging at a little kite.

Imagine the sensation of just breaking free. Confusion reigning rampant in my head
I want to scream and lose my mind. I want to break something I want to shout, what stops me? What is this stupidity called sanity. Why does one need to care? They divide personality, why can’t I destroy the ego and superego. Is that what makes us human? I have seen animals far more capable of controlling the id that man. Or maybe it is the id that makes us man, that principle of survival, lust and greed.

Define torture, torture simply is sanity. Has anyone ever tortured themselves by ignoring society’s definition of sanity? When is the insane man unhappy? You have a new idea, a different view therefore you are insane, but look at this insanity as truth, it is bliss, happiness. Imagine a world where you can take whatever form you pleased, in your head you will fly.

Look into a mirror you see yourself, now what if those eyes were ripped out of their sockets and darkness shrouded you. Did I just take a way the image or did I leave it branded like a hot iron in your mind forever. What if I stole the mirror and you were never given a reflection again? What then.
Take a look at yourself in the mirror right now, what if sight left you, would you then not be able to see, perceive? You would not know what you looked like? Of course the very image given in the mirror was made by you so would you say that the image in your head is less true that the one in the mirror?

What if I said that is blue and you said not its pink. How do we actually know if the color even exists? How do you tell color by sight??? Or can we measure the wavelength? Ask yourself first did the color actually exist. Is there really a wavelength or is it just a madeup truth for the scientific world.What if I could make that longer somehow then I can make purple red? Did I just do that? Why do we have to see to believe?

What if in the mind a life began, a story was written, would you then tell me it is untrue because no one else saw or felt it? What if it is my truth? My story sealed forever in a mind that wants it o be true to be perfect. How do we define reality? If the majority of us denies that we ever saw, smelled, touched it then its not real?

What if to one person it is there, an image in the mind reflected like a hologram in their path. To them it is real, what if that person were you? Society like a big dark cloud, hovering over the masses everyday getting a little denser and lower until one day we are all clones intellectually, taught to think one day, told to believe what is real.