Moments of insane lucidity

Where better to study Mankind than on Facebook? Where could one find so many different demographics in a single place? The human world explained in a sole website.

We are the gods of our own puppet show and we are the puppets. At the same time that we watch all the plays happening as from above, we are as well the main characters of those plays.

It can be dangerous though, if one tries to delve too deeply into it.
Wasn't it common among the philosophers from other eras to eventually end up insane? However, it is also of our knowledge that such only happened in their late years.
Comparing our modern times with theirs, how long would a philosopher live today? Not much for sure. The amount of information we take every single day is so incredibly humongous that the philosopher would be mentally ill within a couple of years.
That is why the intellect has to know how to distance itself from such thoughts now and then, so it won't be overwhelmed by the absurdities of Mankind. That is why the intellect has to know how to laugh, how to play, how to be foolish and simply go along.
The philosopher from today should never go as deep as the yesterday’s philosopher. They have to keep it light, for our 'Brave New World' is smaller than ever before. And the smaller it gets, the more complex it'll be.

"Madness is tonic and invigorating. It makes the sane more sane. The only ones who are unable to profit by it are the insane."
- Henry Miller

We may be the strangest animal on the planet but we are also the most interesting one.
Our abilities to work both mind and heart. Our sense of an own soul. How many hidden mysteries inside a human being.

All emigrants are 'bipolar'

(August 26th, on an airplane)

All emigrants are 'bipolar'.
A young couple sitting by my side on the airplane. They speak both Portuguese and German perfectly. They change from one language to another with no possible traceable reason. For there is none.

I am too an emigrant. There, I said it. Years ago I would say I'm just studying abroad, then I was a mere freely, then a student again. I Am An Emigrant.
Socially speaking though, for in my mind there aren't frontiers, we're all the same, we're human and we're the strangest animal on this planet. Period.

But back to the couple. I'm puzzled. I try to find some sort of pattern, particular lane changes, subtle paths of thought. Can't find anything. Zip, niente, nada.
Odd feeling when I know I do exactly the same. Wait, even a tad more. I think, dream, write and even curse in three languages. What does that make me? A 'tripolar' emigrant?

Oh well, does it really matter? So what if I speak in all three? Dream, write? Curse? Ain't I a citizen of this planet? The whole freaking world?

So, dear neighbour couple, go ahead and delight me with your back and forth change of language.
Words are there to be used and it is wonderful when one is able to use them in more than one tongue. How narrow, how sad it must be to be constrained to a single one.

Wouldn't it be marvellous to comprehend all of them? Although… the unknown spiced with delightful mystery is much more interesting and actually quite necessary for the mind training. Just imagine, if we’d knew everything, what would be there more to learn?