Living The Dream

My life is a series of adventures beyond the imagination. I experience things I don't have the language to express, and I am not sure the language exists, though in fact I may just not be very good with words. I suppose I could stop believing in the things that happen to me. But what would life be like if they left? Boring, to say the least. If I am mad, may my madness not be more rational than the world in which we live?