11-03-2011, 02:35 PM
A small Sin'dorei woman sits at a table, her quill tapping against the page before her. The journal is fresh, the cover that of kittens. It was a gift for her birthday, one that had passed by unnoticed. Her head was tilted to the side and her face void of most emotions save for her curiosity.
She would start to write slowly, the words forming in Thalassian. Her stokes her precise as if she were painting a picture rather than writing words. Each word was elegant in a way, perhaps the only part about her that held any sort of grace of beauty.
Spoiler:
What is madness expect a way to pass the blame?
Many consider it a curse, a wrong. Madness is for those who murder without remorse, those who eat children, kill kittens and set fire to the homes of others. Their behavior is often considered odd, different in a sense. Perhaps it is their thinking, perhaps it is the way they move, but something about the person labels them to others as 'odd'.
Not all madness is bad.
To think different is a gift, not a curse. There is no sanity, for each person is insane in their own right. However, there are those who will suppress themselves to be what society deems as normal. Their spirits are crushed young so that they will conform. Their steps form a dull monotone drum, the beat never changing. There is no difference, no individuality.
Am I guilty of this? I have my hatreds. I cannot stand the gnomes and humans still leave me with a bad taste in my mouth for what they have done. I was, for the longest of times, the product of propaganda. I would hate as my race told me to have and love as my race told me to love. If not for my illness, I would be a drone.
My words, my erratic way of thinking and actions, they peg me as mad, insane. I try to turn a blind eye to what I am -supposed- to hate and focus on what I -do- hate. Does this get me in trouble? Often. I am looked down upon for my neutrality but I could care little about the thoughts of those who would condemn me.
We are all told what we can and cannot do, who we can and cannot like. This binds us, it restricts us. If a mage is told that they cannot teleport over a certain distance instantly, they will never try because someone else said it was impossible. Kodoshit! A mage is only bound by their mind, but schools stifle this notion early. They don't dare allow such things to be realized.
Madness is a gift if you use it as such. It is not something to blame for wrong actions. No one recolonizes themselves as insane, for what they are doing is normal to them. To admit insanity is to not know what insanity really is. The same to those who are admitting sanity. We do not know what the true line is, as it varies person to person.
Much like good and evil, madness is a perception. Everyone regards each others actions as being wrong, insane, misguided, so on and so forth. The Elf wielding a gun is insane by the standards of most farstraiders, but at the same time the gun elf thinks that using a bow is insane.
Madness is a tool to set yourself apart from others. To never let yourself be truly branded as a sheep, as a person who does not think on their own. Would you rather be a number or a name?
Brand me as insane if you will. I will embrace the madness, I will ascend into madness rather than descend into normalcy! I would rather be the villain then the nameless hero. Granted, this does not mean I'm going to go around and slaughter cute little girls.
I am not hiding who I am, no longer will I attempt to be as others view as normal.
Am I insane?
I hope.
Many consider it a curse, a wrong. Madness is for those who murder without remorse, those who eat children, kill kittens and set fire to the homes of others. Their behavior is often considered odd, different in a sense. Perhaps it is their thinking, perhaps it is the way they move, but something about the person labels them to others as 'odd'.
Not all madness is bad.
To think different is a gift, not a curse. There is no sanity, for each person is insane in their own right. However, there are those who will suppress themselves to be what society deems as normal. Their spirits are crushed young so that they will conform. Their steps form a dull monotone drum, the beat never changing. There is no difference, no individuality.
Am I guilty of this? I have my hatreds. I cannot stand the gnomes and humans still leave me with a bad taste in my mouth for what they have done. I was, for the longest of times, the product of propaganda. I would hate as my race told me to have and love as my race told me to love. If not for my illness, I would be a drone.
My words, my erratic way of thinking and actions, they peg me as mad, insane. I try to turn a blind eye to what I am -supposed- to hate and focus on what I -do- hate. Does this get me in trouble? Often. I am looked down upon for my neutrality but I could care little about the thoughts of those who would condemn me.
We are all told what we can and cannot do, who we can and cannot like. This binds us, it restricts us. If a mage is told that they cannot teleport over a certain distance instantly, they will never try because someone else said it was impossible. Kodoshit! A mage is only bound by their mind, but schools stifle this notion early. They don't dare allow such things to be realized.
Madness is a gift if you use it as such. It is not something to blame for wrong actions. No one recolonizes themselves as insane, for what they are doing is normal to them. To admit insanity is to not know what insanity really is. The same to those who are admitting sanity. We do not know what the true line is, as it varies person to person.
Much like good and evil, madness is a perception. Everyone regards each others actions as being wrong, insane, misguided, so on and so forth. The Elf wielding a gun is insane by the standards of most farstraiders, but at the same time the gun elf thinks that using a bow is insane.
Madness is a tool to set yourself apart from others. To never let yourself be truly branded as a sheep, as a person who does not think on their own. Would you rather be a number or a name?
Brand me as insane if you will. I will embrace the madness, I will ascend into madness rather than descend into normalcy! I would rather be the villain then the nameless hero. Granted, this does not mean I'm going to go around and slaughter cute little girls.
I am not hiding who I am, no longer will I attempt to be as others view as normal.
Am I insane?
I hope.