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And the only sane ones are the ones with no souls. The happiest people jump out of windows to greet the warm emptiness (too eager to wait for their prescribed ending) - to meet the others (the girl who died stripped of her dignity, the boy whose love was a sin) - to hold desperately onto nothing before they are made entirely of pills, or of lies - to know that nothing, ever, has been understood. The happiest people live with meaning; and so it dies with them and the only souls left are deemed sane, but this illusion too will jump if it is given the freedom to think.