I am.
That is to say; I am in a state of being.
I feel the earth, and I am the earth.
The pain of a stranger is my pain.
The love of nations is my love.
I hear the trees. and I listen.
I am above none, I count a insect as my equal.
As a being is a being,
Deserving of certain inalienable rights.
The hate in a bigots heart tears mine in half.
Only to be mended by memory of mother lost.:
"Hate is a waste of Love"
To say I often question my sanity;
Would be a gross understatement.
A better conclusion being:
My sanity is always in question.
Some days the answer is more clear than others.
I believe there are things my mind hides from even myself.
Knowledge that I shouldn't have,
Or don't want to have,
Or that would destroy me if I had access to it.
So for now I am content with ignorance.
But I hope to one day be the master of my own mind;
Instead of the being that possesses it now.
The ultimate action?
Mental Revolution of my sub-conscience.
Only then will i know the true meaning of:
Sanity.