This business of being crazy is a funny business. In the first place, you don't know when you are crazy. If you ask me if I feel crazy? The answer is an outright no. However, if I think I am crazy, then I say I am.
That's because my belief system is distorted and I am delusional. When it happens, I don't feel anything. As a matter of fact, I feel very normal. It is when the hypomania subsided that I feel I might go overboard with my esoteric thoughts.
Personally, I think partly because it has to do with the illness and I have a distorted belief system. Otherwise, those distortions are pretty harmless.
It is at the fringes that discoveries are made. When Stephen Hawking said there are 100 billion galaxies, did he actually count them? I doubt it.
So I am not going to defend myself. I am a mentally distressed person. I cannot eliminate the illness. What I can do is contain it from spreading.
One way to do it is to not talk about Sparta 4964 on earth anymore.
I will not talk about KBOOOM 2041 and I will not talk about the afterlife.
I just enjoy my liberation from the prison of my mind and continue writing about things that make sense.
Enough nonsense for the past 21 years.
OK, time to sleep.
No lullaby tonight. I just end this posting with a quote:
“Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.”
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Goodnight Sarah. I love you so much.
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