Sanity is not truth. Sanity is conformity to what is socially expected. Truth is sometimes in conformity, sometimes not.

You look at where you're going and where you are and it never makes sense, but then you look back at where you've been and a pattern seems to emerge.

One geometry cannot be more true than another; it can only be more convenient. Geometry is not true, it is advantageous.

Sanity is not truth. Sanity is conformity to what is socially expected. Truth is sometimes in conformity, sometimes not.

The number of hypotheses available to explain any given phenomenon is infinite.

The truth knocks on the door and you say, go away, I'm looking for the truth, and it goes away. Puzzling.

If your mind is truly, profoundly stuck, then it might be much better off than when it was loaded with ideas