“Excuse me please, may I ask you if you have come across my mind perhaps? Seems that I might have lost it.”
“My good Sir, have you ever really had it? Isn’t it something most people don’t find until the end of their days?”
“So everyone is mad?”
“I think everyone who has found their mind is mad. It is too much to cope with. Out of jealousy we lock them away. Perhaps a crack in our vision is too scary a thought to have.”
“What are we then? Random beings just wandering around?”
“We wander, surely. But no one can deny that there’s a system of living. So we follow the paths and ways of the ones before us, with others what equally follow.”
“Why would anyone pursue trying to find their mind then?”
“Well, you see, you asking me that is already telling me enough to not give you an answer. There’s no answer, actually. At least none that another person can tell you.”
“What if I want to?”
“Stand in front of a mirror and see whether you would like to smash it in.”
“Why would I?”
“Exactly.”