What is it all about? 

Could it be how rational thought destroys your soul? 

Could it be about the triumph of irrationality and the power that is in that? 

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 purely in a reality of our own making? Does that render us insane? And if it does, isn't that better than a life of despair? 

What defines rational? What defines normal?