Time is an ocean, not a garden hose.
　　　　　　　　　　　　　Space is a puff of smoke, a wisp of cloud.
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 Your mind...
　　　　　　　　is a flying corn snake hovering through all the possibilities.
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Have you ever noticed,
　　　　　　　　　when you hear a word for the very first time in your life,
　　　　　　　　　you will hear that word again within twenty-four hours?
　　　　　　　　Do you ever wonder why you sometimes see a single shoe,
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　lying alongside the road?

　　　　　　　　　　　　　What do you think it's like, Father?
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　What's what like?
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Being crazy, mentally ill.
　　　　　　　　　　　Well, they never know they're ill, do they?
　　　I mean, you can't diagnose yourself with the same organ that has the disease,
　　　　　　　　　　　　just like you can't see your own eyeball.
　　　　　　　　　　　　　I suppose you just feel regular,
　　　　　　　and the rest of the world seems to go crazy around you.