Humans have two parts of their mind, the instinctual and the intelligent. For almost all of time humans haven’t been very smart, with no languages or art. But as of recently the intelligent part grew more powerful, making the instinctual mind grow weaker. It lost its influence, and became more dangerous. It was meant to exist for survival purposes, to protect humans from death at the hand of the wild. But most of the instinctual functions didn’t work in a world dominated by the intelligent mind, and the instinctual part got pushed farther and farther down into the grass until it became a lunatic inside our heads. It can never die, and as long as we live the lunatic inside of our heads will cause us pain. If our minds were only influence by the logical side of life and weren’t touched by our instincts, we wouldn’t feel the vast majority of our pains. 
The instinctual part was never meant to become subordinate to the intelligent part. The latter was naturally creative, and in the wild the creative and logical mind becomes almost worthless.  Humans are naturally functioned to live with our instincts, not our creativity. Yet the advancements of creativity in the present era have forced us to rely on our intelligent side, as the instincts became pressed and compacted farther and farther down, they became more potent each time they lashed out.  They were meant to keep us sane, yet only cause us delusion, anxiety and hysteria. The lunatic is undefeated, and as long as he creeps in our minds we will never defeat fear. Even the wealthiest and happiest of people cannot avoid the lunatics tactics.
Some people have achieved all they can in the world, yet are caused pain and grief from the uneasiness of the lunatic.  We can avoid it’s wrath most of the time, yet there are some points where we cant defeat it. The only thing that can’t light the way out of the lunatic’s cloud of shadow is with a flaming, abundant torch that comes from our creative mind.  There is no way to destroy the lunatic; he will always dwell in even the deepest cellar of the home’s that are our minds. Yet in the upstairs of the house the light will always shine through with its brilliance. And in the end that’s what it boils down two; the lunatic will always be there, but we just have to accept it. We all have the lunatic, and we just need to realize what it’s trying to do. The lunatic has only one power, which is to cause us pain. But our creative minds, the wonderful thing that turns us humans into what we are, has many more functions than just causing pain. To laugh, to enjoy ourselves, to create, to leap upon the world and bask in its glory, to feel the coarse sands of pain melt away in the sight of our greatness. The lunatic will always fight and knock in a punch, but we will always be able to take it down. If we weren’t humans wouldn’t be able to defeat the lunatic, we would be the lunatic. We would be stuck on the dark side of the moon.