She emerges from the womb of illumination, senses acute and ready to create or perform. We as bipolars experience that spark that hits at random points of sheer brilliance, and we usually scramble to get it written down or ruminate over it until it is part of us. We know not from whence it comes, but it is a gift, a gift beyond the curse, and we hold fast to it until she disappears. We impatiently wait for her return.