At birth we are gifted with the control over our own minds, it starts out simply as an empty plain as we grow older that plain becomes a jumble of thoughts and imaginary friends. But what if that plain becomes a wasteland or a graveyard or those imaginary friends become violent due to years of abuse, neglect or even personal sadistic fantasies. Is it still a mind? Or is it something more elusive, something more devilish even something more psychotic? That question can only be answered with a statement: The curse of insanity only comes with the blessing of understanding.