The Ballad of the Mad Hatter Presented in 3 1/2 Parts

Tuesday November 15, 2011 at 02:32 pm by HitsuzenXIII

If all the worlds a stage and all the men and women merely players does that mean that life is but an act? That we go on pretending that all is fine when in reality we are all slowly going insane? Is it so wrong to say that a man can fly, when obviously he cannot? Yes, yes is the answer for when you say that they think of you as mad! But are you mad? Or are they? Is it not madness to think that doing the same thing again and again will yield you a different result? Yet each day people live out their acts expecting exactly this! So why then is it so right to speak that man can change by doing the exact same thing but that he cannot fly cause he cannot, as that is so wrong? Alas all of it is but a riddle! A riddle. like a raven and a writing desk which once so thouroughly cracked can never again hold the same glory and wonder to its onlookers, yet alas this riddle has no meaning as I am all out of tea.

What is wrong with me? Well I would start by asking what is right with you, and from there you may see what is right with me but also what is wrong with you. For just like the mirror I cannot choose what I show to you only you may choose what you wish to see. And what a sight to behold it is! The monster staring at the man or the man staring at the monster. All is there yet all is not seen just as all has been yet all has not been. My dear fellow I encourage you to open the box, open it up and take a good long look inside of it! But why would one do such a thing? After all they are only looking inside an empty box abd we all know what is in their. Nothing more nothing less, nothing found nothing gained, yet always the same. What is this you might ask? Why ask when you already know the answer I say. Now exucse me I must go make some tea.

Turn and turn and turn again, and what have you made? Well nothing as I am the one making the tea. But on your own try. Turn turn and turn again and you will discover that you have come full circle. Full circle unto what however, is the mystery. Sigh why do you do what you do to me? and why is it that you will not answer me? Turn turna dn turn again, and now look your back where you started.

I think that I am all out of thoughts. But wait is that not a thought? So it would seem that I am not all out of thoughts as I once thought I was. But what do you think? Are yo like me and lost, thinking that you are out of thoughts when really you just have to start thinking? Or are you the type who starts to think and then realizes that you have run out of thoughts? Well whatever you are there is hope for you yet! How do I know? Its simple no matter which one you are still thinking. It id thoughts that make the world go round and thoughts that tell you the world is turning. Maddening is it not? All this thinking will turn you mad and then when you are mad you can start to think straight! So why is it you say that I am mad? Am i truly mad? Or are you just as mad as I but refuse to see it? Something to ponder as one finishs ones tea.

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