*was sitting in the other wing of the insane asylum while all this happend*
*meditates upon insanity, feels the essence of insanity, feels his own place in the grand scheme of insanity*
Part of Brain #1: So, basically, the idea about meditating is to feel at one with insanity?
Part of Brain #2: Something like that, but first you must clear your mind of all thoughts.
Part of Brain #1: Ok.. *tries*
Random Thought: I really need to brush my teeth, they don't have hygienics in this asylum...
Part of Brain #1: SILENCE! *quells random though*
Other Random Thought: Hehe, that was funny, I kinda like squashing thoughts...
Part of Brain #1: Stop! *quells other random thought*
*lights flash off*
Entire Brain: What was that? Did the power go out? Did somebody blow up the generators? Did...
Part of Brain #1: I'll never get this!
Part of Brain #2: Maybe not, why don't we try checkers instead?
Part of Brain #1: But we don't have a checkerboard...
Part of Brain #2: Details, details!
<(to doorknob) Don't people who talk to themselves freak you out?>
((I know, it's so creepy...))