William S. Burroughs, A Man Within

i am still watching this film, quite interesting, triggering off the mind
to explore..a bit ...long...
you know, it just came to my mind that i am mad enough as i am,

and that mental disorder (i refuse to call this illness), to be gay, lesbian,
upper class, black, a politician or a journalist, to be suicidal, deaf or blind
an atheist or a religious teacher, a junkie or a pharmacist- that all do not appear
to be basic pre-conditions for an  authentic mind, for asking questions or for
writing poems, composing music, painting or anything else at all.
sometimes one could be tempted to think so:
i cannot come to this conclusion.
creative work just must be true and come from a place inside
where suffering and joy can be transformed into a way of
reaching self and possibly others.
maybe, maybe a bit like this. hard to find the right words.