The composition of reality according to what’s known — that being apparent or not, idealized and lived through that idealization — apprehends in it’s notion that nothing that isn’t known can exist.

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Madness surpasses fantasy because it cannot be seen and something in synchrony with reality, in it’s acceptance and formation

of reactions parting from real moments.

 The disconnection with reality, in a binded negation isn’t a complete adaptation, it’s more of an escape to whats lived not because one accepts it, but because it isn’t capable of doing so without loosing itself.