Crazy Š1999 Joseph M Harrison Sometimes I think about the voices I hear, just caught, just out of reach, the things I see, out of the corner of my eye. Did I hear that? See that? Am I crazy? Or are we all crazy? Are those we lock away as crazy really the only sane ones? Perhaps they're mearly out of tune, like a TV, turned to a different channel than the rest of us, seeing something else that happens around us, though we never see it. These thoughts run through my mind, and sometimes I think I'd like to catch them, so as to see them better, but than I realize, if I saw them better, would I still see the same channel as all of you?