My title paints in a retrospectively meditationally symbolic literary style my journey to delirious mania which is by analogy the F-35 in the mental disorders arsenal; it is the far cutting edge of manicdepressive disorder. It artistically chronicles my creeds, philosophies, ideas, assumptions, pathologies, experiences, and illusions from which my insanity emerged. It is a terrifying and horrifying, but spectacularly satisafying upon completion: a mental black hole.