I am still looking for that fine line separating the insane from the sane. Or is it rather a region of grey?
 In the quiet loneliness of a moonless night, wrapped up in the darkness pouring in through the window, i sit up awake, dreaming of blue dragons in a magical land,only to follow a train of thoughts that carry me to a land of transmitting chemicals in our brains that help us to conjure up such fantasies. The only thing that  I am totally confident about is the complete quirkiness of the universe. What else can be better than losing oneself in that quirkiness?