Sublime

I agree absolutely with Eliot’s Ecclesiastian belief that there is a season for everything, a time for building, and “a time for the wind to break the loosened pane.” Therefore, I now move more easily with the fluctuating tides of energy, ideas, and enthusiasms that I remain so subject to. My mind still, now and again, becomes a carnival of lights,

that I have the beginnings of Alzheimer’s—which wouldn’t be unlikely, because like the risk of suicide, the risk of Alzheimer’s is twenty times higher than average among people with bipolar disorder.