You will come to see
I am shaman
I have lit the way
And when you finally find me
You will discover
I have shone all along, from long ago…
The mystic and the schizophrenic find themselves in the same ocean, but whereas the mystic swims, the schizophrenic drowns.—R. D. Laing
A good question to ask you—do you think I am drowning?
I have a good home and a good family and though the shudders between worlds are hard at times I am still here, in this world.
So, am I sinking or swimming? I’ll just float here a bit until you figure it out.
Today is an “up” day. I’m schizophrenic and that means I am a highly intelligent being with no need for psychopathic bullshit and egotistic crap because…let’s face it…I am better than you.
They say you can judge a person by the children they have raised. I know this to be true. When the voice of evil tries to cut me down I look at the three beautiful people I have raised on my own. They have always been well cared for and now I rejoice because of the people they have become.
I am writing to you from the end of the world. You must realize this.
The trees often tremble. We collect the leaves. They have a ridiculous
number of veins. But what for? There’s nothing between them and the
tree any more, and we go off troubled.
Could not life continue on earth without wind? Or must everything tremble, always, always?
— Henri Michaux, section IV of “I Am Writing to You from a Far-offCountry”
photo: ✞ вlacĸ and wнιтe мacaвre ✞ byGreg Allum