Well, sincerely, I do not believe that I could stop laughing at myself if only I would let myself start. I would be laughing at how strongly I am trying to resist this craziness that is chasing me every day, whole day. When you realize that this is your reality, it is frankly rather more funny than sad, is it not?
Besides, I love my illusions. My creativity is woven out of them. I know they are just illusions, but I would not know what to do without them. I would not be fulfilled nor complete.
Psychological destruction produces creativity. There are other ways, of course, to reach creativity, but only this type of it makes art. True art.