Sanity

When we are so sure that we live in sanity, wherefore creeps up that monster to grab our balanced, rational selves, tear them up into shreds and stomp over the remains? In the total belief of our dark sanity, the saphire-eyed monster levitates - ne'er too far, ne'er too near the ground.

I have always believed my several selves to be teetering on the brink of insanity. Or is it sanity?