“What is lost, will be found.”
With fever comes the relentless barrage of eddies of thought-fragments. Ones which had been repressed by you subconsciously as soon as you had conceived them. Little figures like stowaways on a ship- sent to walk the plank, to sink down into the depths of your mind as soon as they had been found: lurking in the hold. You, the captain- you sailed on with the forgotten concepts drowning in the vastness of the dark black sea. You had failed to realize how deep the ocean is; and how terribly blind you had been back then.
The ocean is your mind, and your mind is but a cave.
Confronted now, you close your eyes yet again in panic; and you grab a flashlight. Yes, throw the beam upon these swirling reveries that are but bats- flitting about, squealing and screeching. The burden of withstanding that hellish noise makes you clasp your head with your hands and scream. You must persevere. But why?
To what end? You wonder- the sound has stopped. You open your eyes to see how time has paused briefly in order to accommodate your comprehension of the situation. The thoughts hang motionless in the ceiling of your mind, your cave.
You have taken the first step, oh yes. You are now where you want to be. And now, your head rings with a sudden pang of confusion.
Why are they here? Why do I need to understand this? You blink as a sharp pain pierces your skull. A headache. Temperature rising. A scream builds up in you, and gushes from your gaping mouth as a flash of bright light sears forth from your torchlight piercing the shadows in a straight line. The thoughts are moving again- they are furious now. Fumbling desperately, you try and cover the light in panic- yet again. But what’s this?
You fail. The light cannot be stopped. A beam as sharp as laser pushes through the gap between your fingers and hisses on the rocks. And as your thoughts swirl with ever-increasing speeds around that semi-obturated beam- you finally realize it.
You pass out on the bed, skin burning; your eyes and temples seething with pain from a million talons inside your head. But now you know, and you lie there smiling… dreaming…
You had forgotten; time and time again have you forgotten it. As you pull yourself up on your knees and stand erect in that cave you finally remember. You are not a scared little man in a cave filled with bats. You were once the cold and true- the tempered blue lightning-rod. You made things possible. Yes…
… You smile in your delirious sleep as you bid that past-tense a firm farewell.
The Delirious Mind 