Notre devoir n’est pas de nous débarrasser du fou, mais de débarrasser le fou de sa folie.

Why does our world feel so very crazy? Why do mental and emotional illnesses emerge more rapidly than we can educate psychiatrists, psychologists, addiction specialists, and mental health counselors to diagnose and treat them? We are marinating in the soup of collective madness, cruelty, selfishness, and lies, the soup of spiritual toxicity.

We can go mad whenever we like. We can leave our minds behind and play in the garden at night. The gate is always open. And the moon is always bright.

I sometimes wonder if I am mad, but then I wonder what it means to be mad. I mean, can you truly say you can define madness? Or is it just a fabricated disease for those who are too "abnormal" for the "normal".

Part of being sane, is being a little bit crazy.

Madness takes its toll. Please have exact change.