I miss the trip rooms at old school warehouse raves which were run by art students. They would play this amazing, inspiring, trance music and show strange and wierd videos on the walls. I could stay in there for hours pondering the world listeng to this music.
There is an area of the mind that could be called unsane, beyond sanity, and yet
not insane. Think of a circle with a fine split in it. At one end there's
insanity. You go around the circle to sanity, and on the other end of the
circle, close to insanity, but not insanity, is unsanity.