He runs through the lists of things he is better at than others. This exercise keeps him well enough to do the functions of daily life which attest to others that he is alive. When his tasks are completed each day, there is a freedom which enters into his being - a release from the oppression of reality and a wondrous slipping into his constructed domain, his domicile of bliss. Made up for each approaching moment, none the same as the last, holding there, until the pleasure of it emerges. And when pleasurable, an engagement begins with an initiating core thought and is spun through to every branch and bud related to the core until all the potential pleasure is sucked out, like marrow of a bone.
Then on to another theme and again this process that never tires. Never tires of him or him of it. Control and release is a beautiful marriage when arranged around a structured daily life. It is when the usual schedule of tasks shifts from balance, moves out beyond the normal band of elasticity, when it does not or cannot spring back to the familiar that the disruption of reality begins to bleed the pleasure core. Just as a river flows from the mountain creek to fill a lake, same flows pleasure to fill the emptiness of reality. Upon realization of a leak and pouring out of contents, the flowing out of soul and purpose, an entering into reality of non-reality begins. This exposure to others of the secret contents, this is the mouth of madness. A closing down unfolds. Because there is where others look in to see those things not real, - those qualities understood as divergent from normal. And to which labels are rapidly attached. This is the external societal process designed to gain order and control and to delineate what is real from what is not real. Orderly chaos redirected from madness. We know what is real by describing that which isn’t. He knows reality only through that description.
From the upcoming Seven Magnificent Mercies