Being sane does not necessary equate to thinking politically right. We're all like mice running in a rat race; the only means of eschewing from the course of manipulation when we fail to see the cheese in the race- we cut life short. Life's quest for perfection had always been the issue of flawlessness in oneself. No means of repudiating the science of life that held everything together since life form just even began. By negotiating for rights to societal emancipation, you'd be sticking out like a sore thumb a black mouse would be amongst other white mice. Yet, nobody speaks of a perfect balance in life though the innate being in all of us yearn for it.

Desires craved and fulfilled, the only naysayer; possibly one that doesn't even exist, one that's conspicuously known for sitting in the dark, isolated corner of the room. Watching your every move.