Perception is a double-edged dagger in the side of thought. Two beings can take witness on the same account and the tale be told in a plethora of skewed and sided verse, neither of the accords false, neither of the accords right. When something is perceived, even if for the embellishment, it resides within the imprinting as reality. No event in history as such has ever been recorded as it had completely gone down. No feeling has ever been shown justice in the eyes of a lover. No pain has been felt like the one felt for you. And at the comparison of those of troubled mind to those of genius, you find an interstice between the differences that proves that the line between sanity and insanity is only a hair width away, a crack in the pavement, a man on the run.
