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Why do they reject help? Simply because they do not need it, or so it is in their minds. They are at peace. They are perfectly fine. We see them as mentally disturbed; but what if we are the disturbed ones?
I have tasted the other side. I have felt what it is like just to let go and let your mind float away into nothingness and be perfectly content. It is an ethereal world. Nothing is concrete. I believe this is why they refuse our "help." It is an encroachment upon their new-found peace.
The one thing is knowing just how far to go. Once you get a taste, you never get enough. Sanity seems a prison after one has felt the ecstasy of letting go. But insanity can be just as confining. Are you still the real you? When you finally crack, is your true self finally coming out, or have you completely lost yourself? However, when nothing is concrete neither is life or death. And this is where we encountered the problem in most schizophrenics.
So just how sane are we to be? What if insanity is even tighter bondage to evil than sanity is to thought? What if, after all our judgmental assumptions, psychopathic is the true sane? We see them as monsters, but what if we are?
James Lockhart closed his journal and slumped forward in his seat. What he had not included was that he felt like a monster himself, sane or not. And even after all his musings, he himself was begging for another taste.

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Why do they reject help? Simply because they do not need it, or so it is in their minds. They are at peace. They are perfectly fine. We see them as mentally disturbed; but what if we are the disturbed ones?
I have tasted the other side. I have felt what it is like just to let go and let your mind float away into nothingness and be perfectly content. It is an ethereal world. Nothing is concrete. I believe this is why they refuse our "help." It is an encroachment upon their new-found peace.
The one thing is knowing just how far to go. Once you get a taste, you never get enough. Sanity seems a prison after one has felt the ecstasy of letting go. But insanity can be just as confining. Are you still the real you? When you finally crack, is your true self finally coming out, or have you completely lost yourself? However, when nothing is concrete neither is life or death. And this is where we encountered the problem in most schizophrenics.
So just how sane are we to be? What if insanity is even tighter bondage to evil than sanity is to thought? What if, after all our judgmental assumptions, psychopathic is the true sane? We see them as monsters, but what if we are?
James Lockhart closed his journal and slumped forward in his seat. What he had not included was that he felt like a monster himself, sane or not. And even after all his musings, he himself was begging for another taste.