Up on a rooftop, far far away, sat a boy.  This boy was like any other boy, except for a few small differences.  For a start, he, if run through a psychiatric examination, would be found to be completely insane.  This sprung from, amongst other things, extreme paranoia, faithlessness and shame at his own life and experiences.  He also was severely schizophrenic, often having wild mood swings, and hearing mysterious voices in his head (mostly his own) to which he sometimes spoke aloud to accidentally.  This was much like the way a child acts when they think no one is watching them.  Except he wasn't a child anymore, and it was not deemed acceptable by society.

This boy also had a severe problem with communication.  Sometimes he would just sit there and think, and sometimes even think of stuff to say, but he could never ever word it properly.  People around him either accepted him as quiet, or accepted him as antisocial, but more often than not, didn't accept him as anything.  Other times he would say exactly what was on his mind, and of course, heaven forbid, in such a polite society as today's, never ever say anything you think, such as "I don't believe in a god" or "television is a mindless entertainment medium".  And all too often, he would be overly sarcastic, to the extent where asking simple questions became idiotic sarcastic remarks. "I'm okay, how are you?"  Can you pick the sarcasm?  [Read: Palo Alto]  This often frustrated all those around him, although it did make for some amusing anecdotes.  But most of the time, he did not communicate with the outside world at all.

And sitting on the rooftop, he was looking down, deep in thought at his life, society, and all issues which entered his mind.  And he realised, in such a way that it was like a switch had been flicked in his mind, a snap of intuition, he saw that everyone needs something to survive.  And his complete lack of faith in everything had driven him to insanity.  And then, he looked over the edge, and knew that he had to have faith in himself, and his ability to fly, since there was nothing else to place faith in, especially other people.  And on the way down, he realised one other thing:  faith is the ultimate way to get hurt.  He realised that a lot more when he hit the ground.  His last thought was "I wonder if this will hurt?"  And it did.

Ende