[ WP ] `` I 'm going crazy . That 's a lie . I 'm far beyond that ; I 've been driven to clearing of lucidity in the valley of my madness . Aware , but wanting to return . '' He told to his new acquaintance .

`` Huh?'' His acquaintance answered. 
 
 `` I'm crazy but I want out,'' he replied. 
 
 `` Do n't we all?'' 
 
 `` I... huh?'' 
 
 `` You think you're special? Do you really believe that you're one of the special few who are in this valley? Do you think yours is the only valley? Have you no thought to the mountains, the islands, the marshes, the steppes? 
 
 Do you think people are happy with the kleptocracy? Do you think we're blind to the poisons and pollution, the wearing down of the lands? 
 
 This clearing is not unique. We're split between a future that wo n't accept us and a past that has forsaken us. The past wants us to carry the torch and the future wants us to give them a new one. 
 
 So now what? How does one make a torch?'' 
 
 ``... how about we look around the clearing?''
