Despite the many errors and limitations of the “manic” state, this is the state that I prefer to live in. It would be fair to say — even after all these years — that I glorify, celebrate and worship this state. I am not alone in worshiping manic states, by the way. They call it, variously, “The American Dream”, peak-experience, drive, work-ethic or even flow state. A multi-billion dollar self-improvement industry exists to peddle the fantasy of the continuous flow-state, the brainless mind-hack that will bring you boundless success in 20 minutes a day (I am a sucker for these types of things. Some of them might even work, but most are just good copywriting). In terms of bipolar, Ronald Fieve wrote a book about this, purportedly teaching us how to harness this wonderful condition for good. Ronald Fieve is right, of course — it is a condition with great promise — but I just call it an addiction. One that carries over so, so easily, into much more serious conditions such as alcoholism and narcissism. I have been there. I have learned the hard way to be less of an asshole. Fortunately for me, I am not successful enough to be a full-blown narcissist.