what goes up must come down
My friend Jeff has lost it completely, crazy as a loon. We all thought it was “just a phase”, but it’s actually more like cyclical bouts of madness interspersed with periods of lucidity marked by vague yet disturbing eccentricities.
When he’s up, everything is up. Sure he’s nuts but at least he’s happy that way. It’s all the realm of light winning out over darkness, the Living Spirit, the emanation of the light realm. But then he plunges into darkness, despair and irritating depression. Just as he says in his fits of freakout, “It’s the dualism, man.”
Turns out he’s Manichaean-depressive.
