State of Being 2

State of Being #2 It’s a very sneaky thing, mania is... I’m humming along, no doubt minding someone else’s business, giving little attention to my own state of being. when in it slips, mania does, a message under my door: “I’m here; are you ready?” I never am. I always am. Many of us who live in a carefully balanced state mourn the loss of our mania as if it were a death. Oh my God, what we can do when we’re there — write with Kerouac ferocity; touch Pollock intensity; persuade the opposite or same sex that an afternoon of play is the best thing that will happen to them this year; find a Cadillac's limits (Why are my passengers always terrified?). Others of us fly too far, too fast, from the tightrope of sanity, melting Icarus-like in the heat of soaring. Don’t misunderstand me... I would fly without hesitation, at a moment’s notice, if I had no fear of melting.