Patron Saint of Beautiful Minds

Your diagnosis is the wand and you are the magic. Different from you, different from me, our brains are built to think separately and in that separation there is space filled with stars and moons and planets and black holes and wormholes of time and speed and light and needing to be held and needing to not be held. Solar systems of joy and love and grief and sound. Of society wanting you to fit on the head of a pin but how could you? You are a universe! The goodness of being different is so great it can’t be measured. Soon society will not diagnose ‘this’ or diagnose ‘that’, it will suck it’s breath through its teeth and say “My gosh, you have such a BEAUTIFUL mind”.