Insanity

Excerpt from a conversation between Jebediah Morrow and his friend and companion Marc Miller.

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"Insanity, my dear friend Marc? You want to know about insanity?"

Marc nodded from his chair. "It is something that has bothered me for quite some time now, Jebediah. What must it feel like to lose your mind? Do you know?"

Jebediah, who had sat comfortably in one of his old armchairs rose to his feet. He treaded over the heavy rug which covered the parquet, down towards the window. 

Following the birds with his eyes he said: "Insanity, Marc. If you had known just as little as 'something' about it, you would not have dared ask." He turned around gazing into Marc's eyes. For a second, blazing rubies filled his deep eye-sockets. The moment passed.

Jebediah let out an exasperated sigh. "Let me try and give you an idea of what insanity means, or at least, what it appears to be."

"For some it all begins with voyeurism. They look through the keyhole of the door that is labeled 'knowledge' and see but blackness. Unlike that of the night, this one is palpable. And once it vanishes, they note that rather than being observers, they were being stared at!"

"And then there is those few foolish enough to try and open that door. They shake the knob, wheeze, and curse. Finally, they gather their strength and crash it open - and what do they see?" Jebediah looked intently into his friend's eyes. He spun around and paced towards a door which Marc had not noticed before. With a swift motion he opened it.

Behind the door stood a mighty mirror.

"They see themselves."