How does one approach insanity? By what criteria can we judge it? Is recognition sufficient to making a claim that it insanity is manifesting itself? Would Kant’s list of categories regarding the judgment of beauty—quality, quantity, relation, and modality—apply to judging insanity, particularly one’s own?
Insanity feels like a shadow lurking beneath moving, vibrant vessels, feigning deep sleep as it chases laminated dreams across stained pages. drained of hope it seeks meaning by aligning shattered glass, deciphering the message of a broken bottle, tossed night after night after night when the sunrise is brilliant advancing straight to the heart, but is soon enveloped by an endless chain of jasmine fragranced shadows and nothing else.