The times I was psychotic I feel I made a lot of sense. But I’m sure to others it was disorganized. To me the universe came together and trees were at the center of it. I made other people very uncomfortable. I was super focused on research and proof. I ignored such things as sleeping and eating. When hospitalized I was very irritated I did not have my boooks or access to a library. I wrote and wrote and drew what proved to be utter nonsense when I came down. Trees were god.