I heard a psychologist say that the most sane person he had ever known, he had to commit to a psychiatric ward.
The weak are struck down by Reality. But those who are never touched by the tongue of its lightning are immeasurably weaker. They close their eyes when truth comes near, set up protective walls to shield themselves from destiny.
They are like a person living in a dark room with a snake. "Be careful of that snake!" you shout. "No, its only a piece of rope" they reply. "Turn on the light and you will see." "No, it would hurt my eyes."