There is no me. I do not exist. There used to be a me, but I was consumed by madness.
If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?
Have I gone mad?"
I'm afraid so. You're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are.