I wonder sometimes if I'm sane. What with the thoughts that come into my head, of different fantasies, of fairies and elves, it's hard to convince myself otherwise. Is anyone really sane in this world? All of us have some part of our subconscious that brings to the surface a strange vision, though it differs from person to person. We see things differently, though it may or may not have anything to do with our eyes. I think it has to do with the feelings in our hearts. Take, for example, the way three people see a dandelion.
A gardener looks at it and thinks, "Ugh, a disgusting weed". Another man, a scientist, looks at it and thinks, "Ah,