She then kindly informed me that she had Chinese relations so such behaviour was therefore to be expected from her. I told her that my Grandfather was a Zulu and promptly ate her liver. Even when obviously mad, attempts are made to proffer excuses. Imagine to find that normality is an illusion. Good and Evil, for example, they do not exist.
Reality is subjective.
The quote is from James Joyce. Only a drunken Irishman could prompt such philosophies. To discover that there is no objectivity in the world, reopens ones eyes, and everything is viewed differently. I hated realising this. To do so is to sacrifice freedom, cling to the negation of life.