Madness as a momentary shift.
The spaces in between while reality is refocusing.
It’s there too.
The descent is inevitable and cthonic work necessary for progress.
What they don’t tell you is that this is forever cyclic like the seasons. A decade later you might be walking down through those gates once again. This example is of course an extreme in the sense that it depicts madness as darkness, but make no mistake heights of gnosis in light are just as dangerous and delusional as the former. Madness as a shift, even a slow one, is experience and insight.
Sometimes the mind expands so fast it breaks. We can put it back together but we need purpose to do so. Desire and direction. A madness that is allowed to dwell within the possibilities of infinity will steal your energy and will to power its constantly shifting illusion.