I have done illegal things – spent moments out of the state of legality.

I have never been illegal – never woken up in a state of illegality. I have never been illegal as I ate, as I slept, as I drove, as I shit, illegal as I fucked, illegal as I walked my dog down the street, as I read a book, watched TV, worked at my job, as I sat and watched clouds, laughed, cried.

How can a person be illegal?

Mental health is the degree to which a person, and the people around that person, feel that the person’s thoughts, feelings, and actions, are appropriate for the environment they inhabit and the circumstances therein.

You can only herd cattle as long as you’ve got’em cowed. Shake your little grain bucket, and watch’em all crowd for a taste of corn.