“They who think me mad have only vaguely glimpsed the superficial structure of my mind, for had they gone any deeper, their own would have burst like a light bulb’s filament does when suddenly exposed to many times the flow for which it is rated.

Should they thereafter suffer the misfortune to encounter me again, I feel certain that the results would involve things like sudden unconsciousness, screaming, incontinence, or epilepsy. Their insipid habit of proffering unrequested psychological evaluations would be over. Forever.

I am not mad. I, like those privileged and dangerous few who share our burden, suffer from a transient superabundance of profound sensitivity and intelligence. The resulting storm is a prodigy beyond your comprehension. Do not call its lightning lightly.”

— an anonymous lunatic