it is excruciatingly late and i am wired…thoughts flowing fast like the currents of the nile

pondering the mysteries of consciousness–examining the porous boundary between genius and psychosis

this is not entirely new territory

ever since my first mania i have wondered what to make of all these intense and visceral sensations

inspiring my brain like angels from above

perception of time is relative for all of us

but for my subterranean bypo tribe it is a cosmic fire that needs tending lest it burn wildly out of control

the zen of mania is a deceptive and janus-faced beast

sucking me into delusional fantasy while simultaneously offering its dialectical inverse

profound insight into the psychosocial spiritual and existential questions that haunt humankind

i am profoundly dedicated to transforming our society into one that can amplify neurodiversity

overthrowing the nefarious and self-perpetuating logic of profiteering bigotry and state sanctioned violence

i am also profoundly dedicated to sanity

which is why i have no problem checking in at a trusted hospital to gauge whether my self-analyzed assessment of my place within the torrid manic-depressive spectrum is accurate and grounded

this is becoming a long poem–and i really need to sleep

let me close with an appeal

never be afraid to ask for support

mental health is a human right

seek your inner zen and hold fast to the belief that we have yet to discover what wonders our species can achieve nurtured by love and respect–and freed from the shackles of capitalism

we yearn for a classless future–for new and sustainable ways of being

manic zen is a beacon–an aspiration of a mutant tribe