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So many are blind. Foolish in their own cleverness. They chain themselves with what they believe, missing what is. They see no fear, they think it fearlessness. They see no kindness, they think it cruelty. They see no anger, they think it peaceful. They can not see it, so it can not be. What utter folly. Such is the world they perceive, of surface and mask. No depths and no wonders beyond. Is it any surprise they can not see the wonders with in. The walking beast and the quiet angels. Is their false world the true world or is the wonder below the true world. They call me mad, I call them mad. Perhaps we are one and the same. Madders in a mad world seen through mad eyes. I'll take my madness over theirs, it is so much sweeter and warmer.

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