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2010-03-15 03:12:35 ET
There is a certain vanity in those who love the damned for their damnation. They love the quirk, the twitch, the delusion, and consider them to be gifts from above bestowed upon those chosen. Yet when faced with the cold reality that makes them the target of the delusion their vanity subsides just a minute bit and a voice is heard to proclaim "These people are crazy! Why won't they leave me alone?"
Those who only see the beauty in the pain of the mind are struck dumb when the pain focuses on them. To attribute true active intent of malice to the well-placed dwellers of the asylum shelter their vanity from the sharp shards of truth.
It is mighty plain to be vain against the grain but to say that mental pain is gain is to treat all water like the rain and thus drown while attempting to wade through the ocean. |
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