My title paints in a retrospectively meditationally symbolic literary
style my journey to delirious mania which is by analogy the F-35
in the mental disorders arsenal; it is the far cutting edge of manicdepressive
disorder. It artistically chronicles my creeds, philosophies,
ideas, assumptions, pathologies, experiences, and illusions from
which my insanity emerged. It is a terrifying and horrifying, but
spectacularly satisafying upon completion: a mental black hole.