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Even when the madness is illness and their eyes are empty,
that emptiness is full of something far more than anyone who thinks they are sane can possibly see. It's because they are
so full that sometimes madwomen have no emptiness for the sanity to occupy.
Sanity is no prize by itself:
It's when someone is unafraid to be mad but knows how to
use sanity as a tool for connecting to the world that it becomes the real prize. The "sane" may fit in the world, but when
the mad choose to be sane, they come into the world to fill it full of new creativity and promise.
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| The Misfit can be fascinating |
Who are you then? How do you fit?
I fit nothing and never and whenever I want. I am a queen
and a harlot and a wisewoman and a fool. I am only what I am when I am whatever it is I am....
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