There's a whole segment of the population with a mentality that bases good times on where they can go and what they can buy.
I wonder if being sane means disregarding the chaos that is life, pretending only an infinitesimal segment of it is reality.
The stream of thought flows on; but most of its segments fall into the bottomless abyss of oblivion. Of some, no memory survives the instant of their passage. Of others, it is confined to a few moments, hours or days. Others, again, leave vestiges which are indestructible, and by means of which they may be recalled as long as life endures.