At a loss for how else to come up with a clever, profound, engaging title for my first blog attempt, I selected a phrase from a paragraph that lately intrigued me. It's from Neil Gaiman's novel American Gods (recommended by my bibliophile brother-in-law, Jake, who has yet to recommend a book that I haven't loved):
"All we have to believe with is our senses, the tools we use to perceive the world: our sight, our touch, our memory. If they lie to us, then nothing can be trusted. And even if we do not believe, then still we cannot travel in any other way than the road our senses show us; and we must walk that road to the end."
Maybe it's because I'm sitting here amongst those labeled "psychotic," but it got me thinking about the nature of sanity. Maybe I only think about stuff like this at 2:31 am.
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