Remember when Dorothy glimpsed the little old man behind the curtain who controlled the image of the great OZ? Rapid cycling reminds me of that for some reason. It's like my cycles are these magnified apparitions controlled by some diminutive lunatic who remains hidden from view. The more distracting and or distressing the apparition, the more i'm looking for my inner Dorothy.

One thing i've found though is, as delicious as it is when the universal light shines in my mind and illuminates all the mysteries, as hypnotic and ecstatic and prefferable to the other end of the cycle as it is, the more I identify myself with it, invest myself in it, the harder the fall. I didn't get anywhere with the downside until I could partially divorce myself from the high.

My inner Dorothy keeps an eye on that curtain now, knowing that good or bad, the apparition is just that an apparition.