More nonsense

Reading over what he has previously written, the Pilot starts to question his own sanity. However in thinking this he proves to himself that he is actually sane, since only sane people question their own sanity, but since this was the first time he thought this he must have been insane before. What was the cure? What happened to make him question his own sanity? Can he make money out of this? All these questions start racing through his head like tiny figures on micro scooters made from some kind of frozen liquid. He then starts to ponder the definition of sanity:

sanity |ˈsanitē|
noun
the ability to think and behave in a normal and rational manner; sound mental health : I began to doubt my own sanity.
• reasonable and rational behavior.

If normal is an abstract concept and based on the largest proportion of a population of a society then, if the society is completely full of insane people and only one sane person, becomes insane, by definition. But if it were separate would that one sane person by definition be insane compared to the sane people in his separate society. So if you were to separate a mental institution from mainland society and made it a small freestanding society on its own, the definition of insane would be switched. For example it has 50 patients and 5 doctors/nurses/orderlys, the normal is to be our version of insane, thus insanity become our version of normal.
I think the point I have been trying to make is that all definitions and terms are relative and Them can entirely distort them to fit the social groupings that they want. The Pilot then again revaluates his mental health, his brow wrinkles and he sees a few out of focus hairs cloud the top of his vision as he looks up and to the left of his field of view. He purses his lips and moves them to the left side of his face at the same time he closes his left eye by a few millimeters. He closes his fists and inhales slowly while turning his head roughly 47 degrees to the left. The window now comes into focus, being removed from the peripheries of his vision. The area outside of the window de-blurs itself and on the roof of the house opposite a crow becomes the nucleus of his attention. This creature although completely illuminated by the vast and hazed light source from up above, remains silhouetted looking like a cut out. As it turns its head though 90 degrees and the light flashes across its eyes giving it a momentary entrance into visual three dimensional space. Its leaves the space and removes itself, becoming two dimensional again, and there it stands motionless. The Pilot is reminded of Edgar Allen Poe’s spectacular poem about the personification of death in the almost insignificant from of a black bird. “Maybe this is my personification of death.” The Pilots chest tightens and he realizes that his buttocks have slowly been loosing feeling. Subconsciously he tries to change the subject. His fingernails come into his vision… dirty… dirty.