solution to insanity—sanity. who decides you—you. you don't have to be like that. whatever you were. i mean even when you were you are. not insane gnome sane you had a storm in your brain. see, the sun came out, it feels a certain degree warmer. you might have been reading fahrenheit for celsius. whatever. you determine the weather as the weather determines you, porous being. go on with you, dog.