Raging lunatic?

I sat down beside one of the homeless people at downtown's burger king for lunch and listened in on his conversation with his imaginary friend.

It was an intelligent discussion about politics on a wide range past/current political issues. I can guess the reply of the imaginary person by the response of the raging lunatic. In a sense, that imaginary person existed during those short period of time that I listened in.

Reminds me of “A beautiful mind” and “Waking Dream” what happens when your imagination becomes self conscious? When one part of your brain succeeded in completely isolating from the other part in order to create a seperate consciousness?

Sadly the discussion eventually reverted back to mumffled rambling of a lunatic. Maybe next time, I will confront the imaginary person.