It's all in your head

What is the truth of things?

What is true to a "clinically diseased" mind? Its own truth or the "clinically sane" truth.

Who can say that the schizophrenic's "imaginary" friends don't exist? Why is it that Tyler could not have been a separate physical being?

Who knows if they see more, and we see less.

Who knows maybe their minds have transgressed the capabilities of our minds

All the thoughts, everything converges towards this one big truth; everything is in my head.

You, not you.

Your truth, my truth.

All my versions of this world.

I am alone even in a mob, alone in thought, alone in my head.