The triumph of irrationality, and the power that is in it.

Ever thought of how rational thought destroys the soul? We spend a lot of time trying to organize the world. We build clocks and calendars and we try to predict the weather, but what part of our life is truly under our control? What if we choose to exist in a reality of our own making, does that render us insane; and if so - isn't that better than a life of despair?