Instantly I am transported to childhood and the movie, "Old Yeller." Uncountable the times I have cried through the scenes when Yeller has to be shot cause he caught the rabies while protecting the family he loved. Cried through it with grandchildren, amazed that this current generation still could feel so sad about the fate of an old yellow dog. Never has a dog been so brave, so loving, and grateful. Not Lassie, Rin Tin Tin, nor any of the dogs I've had in my life could hold a candle to Old Yeller.
Sanity, what does it mean to be sane? Or not to? Who decides and doesn't it change sometimes rapidly as one encounters- stimuli - environment . As change in environment comes can we not swing from sanity to insanity in the blink or less of an eye. Of course we can. We do.
It is good to maintain a veneer of sanity. Those in charge want us to appear sane and even happy. The populace is placid and fat strung out on Big Pharma's pretty pastel pills.
Sanity has fled. Trump a president? At least Reagan had acting experience.
"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."