What if the things we see, the voices we hear, the people we love are nothing but a figment of our imagination? What if the people we think are crazy are in fact completely sane? May be they can see the reality of the world which we deny because it’s too unrealistic for us. We tend to deny the existence of anything that’s beyond our comprehension, don’t we? That explains why the mad thinks they’re not and to them we are mad instead. What if the crazy ones aren’t really the crazy ones, it’s us who are..