when i was little i always used to think it was mind-bottling that we can see colors and hear noises in our heads. i remember how i always used to think of a red firetruck (typical) and i would just sit and look at it, without actually looking at it. i thought it was incredible that we can look at our physical surroundings and see something completely different, whatever we want to see, in our heads, or imagination, or wherever it is. how can this image just be floating there? where is it? not only can i see this bright red truck somewhere in my brain, but i can also hear it, and that never made sense to me. it's the same with songs; you can play a song in your head if you know it well enough. have you ever thought you heard someone calling your name? it seems too real to justify condescension towards schizophrenics