Sanity: I begin to get a glimpse. Things of the rational world, things not clouded by ulterior consciousness (those artificial eyes of the past, which understood a tenth of the things it realized, if that): logic, though not always crisp, of rationality and color that flavors these sensations: I breathe air that is not new, but the old was such all smoke. I am barely dipping below the surface of the noumena now, the things as they are (I don’t believe Kant, who says it is unknowable), but what I see! Why did I want escape so badly, back when in that other life? I not only want to seize the day, but to give it one big fat kiss! May reason never leave me (except for love); let me not forget when I was born this fourth time over (fifth?). I am part of a dream that is a part of me. This is it.
