The white rabbit has been trying to teach me how to surrender the pressures of what is en masse considered reality. In fact, there are many alternate realities and such ideas as facts do not exist. Each of us are unique unto ourselves and not one other can possibly know another’s mind and what may hold to be truth to you may only be a figment of my imagination. Who is to say what is real or not? Am I to blindly believe the word of another human being who may or may not be as deranged as I? Who am I to judge and by what parameter can we measure ourselves or each other? Who is to say what is normal? What if the vast majority is wrong?