/lit/ - Literature

This is the opening to a short story I'm writing about a crazy man. Let me know what you think.

Doctor, I am placing myself within your hands. Do whatever you wish.
To be frank, I will tell you about my strange state of mind and you will evaluate whether it would be best for me to be taken care of, for some time, in a mad house or to leave me as prey to my hallucinations.
Here is the story.
I used to live like everyone else, watching life with open and blind eyes like all men, without surprise and without knowledge. I lived like an animal, as we all do, performing all the functions of existence, believing to see, know, and understand everything that surrounded us until, one day, I realized everything as false.
It was some sentence I read long ago that suddenly opened my eyes, "if we had acquired or lost one of our five senses, our intelligence would have been completely modified. In short, all the laws we have established with them about the physical world would be irrevocably modified."
I thought this over again and again for months, and, little by little, this strange clarity turned my mind to the night.
In effect, our senses are the only intermediaries between the exterior world and ourselves. In other words, our interior being, which makes up the "I", is connected, with the aid of nerve endings, to the exterior being we call the world.
Let me explain myself. The eyes let us see dimensions, forms, colors. They also fool us in all three aspects.
They only reveal to us objects that are in proportion with human height, hence we call things larger than us big, and the others small. Whatever is too vast for them escapes them; whatever is too minute for them evades them. As a result, they know and see almost nothing; the entire universe remains hidden to them: the galaxies that reside in the sky or the amoeba in a drop of water would've remained unknown without the aid of exterior tools.
Even if our eyes were to become a million times stronger, if they could see within the air we breathe all the invisible beings, as well as the inhabitants of other planets, there would still be an infinite number of smaller things or far off planets that they would still not perceive.
Thus, our ideas of proportion are false since there is neither a limit to that which is vast or small.
Having reflected upon such things for so long has disconnected me from everyday life. I soon realized that our conception of the world and how we organized it pale in comparison to those of superior beings with more senses than us. That is when I began experimenting upon myself and invoking those who live in other dimensions.

>>15812632
A healthy mind in a healthy body creates a healthy soul

>>15394051
Do we live to die or do we die to live?