"Much Madness is divinest Sense" by Emily Dickinson

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       Oh, Dickinson, you never cease to thoroughly confuse me. Yet again, I am left with a poem of yours that makes absolutely no sense. You are deliberately and paradoxically contradicting yourself. How could Madness be sense? And sense madness? I suppose it is all in how one looks at it. From a madman's perspective, what is madness to him could indeed be sense to a normal person. If this is true, then why write from the perspective of a madman? The more of your poems I read and study, the more I am convinced that you yourself didn't have all of your fish swimming in the same direction. However, I can connect what you're saying to the movie my Mom is currently watching. In "Inception", the main character's wife kills herself, believing the real world to be yet another dream, and she desired to get out of it to get back to her real life. Death in her dream worlds brought one back to reality. To the audience, she seemed perfectly insane. However to her, her logic was flawless. If it was a dream, there was no harm in jumping off of a building. She would simply wake up and live her life to the fullest. I still stick with what I said though. I don't understand at all what you're trying to get at.