[In]Sane Reflections

Sanity. (n) \’sa-n&-tE\ (ME sanite, from Latin sanitat-, sanitas health, sanity, from sanus healthy, sane): the quality of being sane; especially: soundness or health of mind

I just watched Session 9. It’s kind of like, a horror/suspense flick that hit the theatres in 2001, I think. I borrowed a DVD copy of it from a friend almost a month ago and it was just tonight that I actually got to see it. And I regret having been so stubbornly unaware that tempus fugit since god knows when. I’m not doing a review of the movie, just in a very likely case that you’re thinking about that right now. There’s just something that hit me hard the moment I realized the conclusion of the story, which I have always pondered on every once in a while, and then just settle myself with not meddling with this kind of stuff. That’s another painful regret I’m making for the day.

What is sanity? As I have posted right there at the top, it’s simply the state of being sane, having a sound mind. This may work for people who don’t think like I do. Apparently, the definition of the concept is very problematic. And, as far as I have comprehended since hours ago, the concept per se is problematic. See, how is someone to know who’s sane and who’s not? Are there any set rules or standards of sanity? Do they think you don’t have a sound mind if you see things in a different way? How about different ways? Do people think you’re crazy when you don’t think the way they do? Yes, they may. They may not. As it’s always been in history, the most intelligent people were never thought intelligent during their time.

There is a fine line between sanity and insanity. But has this line ever been set? To what extent can you play at to still be within the bounds of sanity? I think there is a line between these two sticky concepts, but it has been and still is a blurred one. If we consider some people insane, then what do they think of us? Is it that in their perception of the world, they are the sane ones and we’re on the other side? We can never tell. Even if we would honestly ask them these questions, we could never be sure they would honestly answer us. Because there’s this great possibility that they wouldn’t take us seriously for the same reason as we wouldn’t them. There could be a myriad of ways how these people whom we consider crazy see the world.

Thinking about this just makes me shrug.

And when I shrug, I don’t wanna think about anything anymore.