“But I don’t want to go among mad people,” Alice remarked.
“Oh, you can’t help that,” said the Cat: “we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.”
“How do you know I’m mad?” said Alice.
“You must be,” said the Cat, “or you wouldn’t have come here.”
– Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland
Why DID I come here? I came here to write this blog for my own amusement and to preserve my sanity – or perhaps, insanity. It’s hard to decide some days which is better. After all, those making all the big decisions are supposedly sane, right?
Many people have misconceptions about Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland. Some assume it is just a nonsensical children’s story of the worst kind – fantasy. Others say that it’s a venerated classic to put on a shelf, but not actually read. I agree with neither. I think Alice in Wonderland is the story of my life – and really, the lives of most human beings. For, you see, we’re all mad here.