It is strange that those who are labeled as society’s most out of touch are the ones who often rightly diagnose others. Whatever mental barriers the rest have built up make them blind to the simplest of facts. Do the rest of you not see that cloaked flame dancing beneath the surface? It burns with different intensity and color for each individual. I love to watch the way it waxes and wanes throughout life. Only once has someone been so afraid of me that they were convinced I was the devil himself. Oh how I wish to know what shadows they glimpsed behind my eyes. What was seen that instilled such fear? How does a wounded psyche strip apart personas to leave bare the human soul? Most importantly, why does seeing another’s soul for what it is cause such trauma that everyone collectively labels the traumatized as being the unwell one?