You said I was mad. You weren't the first to say it, and you won't be the last. It's true, I suppose. Of course, it is said that one who embraces and claims madness for himself cannot be mad but the one who denies it can be classified as such.
You know how a raven is like a writing desk?
I make the most sense when I make no sense at all, and I make no sense quite often, you know. But at least I intend to make no sense and understand what I am about to offer to the public for their misunderstanding.
But when I'm in front of you…I don't even make any sense to me anymore. And when one cannot make sense of oneself how is it to be expected of him to make sense at all in the world?
You know how a raven is like a writing desk?
Maybe I should tell you sometime.
But I think you should be mad enough to figure it out.