In Greek Tragedy, They Fall From Great

Happiness Doesn't Lie In Conspicuous Consumption And The Relentless Amassing Of Useless Crap. Happiness Lies In The Person Sitting Beside You And Your Ability To Talk To Them. Happiness Is Clear-headed Human Interaction And Empathy. Happiness Is Home. And Home Is Not A House-home Is A Mythological Conceit. It Is A State Of Mind. A Place Of Communion And Unconditional Love. It Is Where, When You Cross Its Threshold, You Finally Feel At Peace.

... Scarred By Wisdom She'd Never Asked For.

The Ornament Of Beauty, Shakespeare Wrote, Is Suspect. And He Was Right. But Beauty Itself, Unadorned And Unaffected, Is Sacred, I Think, Worthy Of Our Awe And Our Loyalty.

If You Are Deemed Insane, Then All Actions That Would Oherwise Prove You Are Not Do, In Actuality, Fall Into The Framework Of An Insane Person’s Actions. Your Sound Protests Constitute Denial. Your Valid Fears Are Deemed Paranoia. Your Survival Instincts Are Labeled Defense Mechanisms. It’s A No-win Situation. It’s A Death Penalty Really.

There Are So Many More Important Things To Worry About Than How You're Perceived By Strangers.