“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. I’m mad. You’re mad.'
'How do you know I’m mad?' said Alice.
'You must be,” said the Cat. 'or you wouldn’t have come here.”
“I am not finding myself, more introducing my many selves to one another in hope they may find an alliance. And that may sound slightly mad, but we are all mad and anyone who disagrees is probably in denial. Either that, or they are simply the sort I should avoid spending time with, for fear they may imprison me in their one dimensional delusional definitions of normality. How frightening.”