“We’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad”

Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland is my favorite book of all time. If you know me at all, this will not come as a shock. My favorite character? No, it’s not the Mad Hatter (although, he is a close second). My favorite character is the Cheshire Cat. He both annoys and cheers up Alice. He’s never around when she thinks he should be, but then turns up when she does actually need him. He’s full of riddles, yet completely logical. Yes, how can you behead a head when there is no body attached? And he’s nearly always in a jolly mood. The Cheshire Cat makes me think of my mind and how it works (or doesn’t). Perhaps I was too influenced by the book I read as a child, and now possess a twisted mind that raises questions when people demand answers, finds humor at what causes despair in others, and more often than not seems to be nothing more than a grin in the darkness. Wow. Deep.

Regardless, I have been feeling of a literary bent (or perhaps, just bent) this week and Alice, the Cheshire Cat, and Lewis Carroll are on my mind today.

“But I don’t want to go among mad people,” Alice remarked.

“Oh, you can’t help that,” said the Cat, “we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.”

“How do you know I’m mad?” said Alice.

“You must be,” said the Cat, “or you wouldn’t have come here.”

Simple logic…and why complicate matters if there is no fun to be had in it? You have got to love that Cheshire Cat. 

Lewis Carroll
If you haven't read Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, please do so today. And no, the Disney cartoon does NOT count!