It was in the early nineties when I first became fully unglued, unhinged, and ultramanic. In April 1992, in the heights of my first bout with imbalance, my former view of reality evaporated. I saw my former pattern of thought as a single breath within the vastness of all Earth's atmosphere. My old ego was nothing, and I felt that I walked as a part of all awareness. The limitations of my lifelong belief structure collapsed like the thin skin of a soap bubble. No longer could I hold to the comfortable notion that anything was explainable with my limited vocabulary, sentence structure, and small awareness. I was once again a newborn, pulled from the womb of my former misconceptions, an infant with the capacity of speech and nearly 24 years of life and memory, now taking in a new awareness. I was one with my creator.