Who is the March Hare?

The nature of the March Hare had often been the subject of wonder to the wonderful inhabitants of Wonderland. Born on what could approximately be called the 29th of February, there was something about the March Hare that made him mad. True one might think that that was a given, given where it was taking place. But even the other beings of Wonderland regarded him as being a bit odd. A bit unusual. Something completely and utterly confusing and perplexing.

The March Hare was sane.

At any given point he was in full control of all his mental facilities. Whilst there were times the other inhabitants could stop and think in a straight line, the train would often go down a very short track before derailing spectacularly. Whilst there were times where the other inhabitants could see the oddity of their surroundings, these times were as fleeting as the average tea time. Whilst there were times when the inhabitants could realise they were mad, the decided that this was the norm.

Not the March Hare.

He knew exactly what he was doing and why he was doing it. He understood the connection between cause and effect and how sometimes some things were only correlatedly linked. He understood how logic worked and was the full master of it. His razor sharp brain would have been much welcomed at the likes of Oxford. He was, in short, quite a brilliant logical genius.

Unfortunately the March Hare was in Wonderland.

And thus his madness came from not being too crazy, but being too sane. He didn't disconnect from the world, he was ingrained in it. He didn't give into the madness, but defiantly resisted it. Even with the breakdown of cause and effect in an eternal trap of tea time he stood his mental ground, remembering the sequence of events the best he could.

He refused to go mad amongst mad people.

He'd only ever found one solace. In a strange girl called Alice who seemed to be the only one that could think sensibly. His dear friend Hatter (whose meeting and friendship is a story for another tea time) was as mad as ever, but the March Hare saw solace in this one creature. He saw a fellow being who also knew how to think logically, even if the reasoning itself was flawed. A few logic tests were proof of that. But something was better than nothing, since nothing was nothing at all.

But she was free to leave, whilst the March Hare had to stay.

Stay in this confusing, complicated world where logic was merely a word in a dictionary that no one bothered to read. A world where a simple hare was forced to sit through an eternal tea party in the hopes of curing his friend's sanity, or at least relieving the crushing boredom. A world the Hare knew he could never escape, not without the Hatter, who could likewise never leave.

The March Hare is Wonderland's greatest victim, and forever there he will stay.