Life can be puzzling with all its never-ending flow of vicissitudes. The constant turmoil of the soul can lead to losing ground. When Manea, Goddess of madness, takes possession of a man's mind, he is no longer his own self but stands beside it with cleft mind. No longer himself, under influence, alienated, he feels no rest until she finally leaves him... If she ever does.

Divagations Cosmiques is an artistic attempt to express Madness through music, but in a relatively restrained way. As if it acted both as a straitjacket to keep delusion under control, and a relieving sedative to ease the soul.

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Extracts of patient 5RMP. Name of code Manea ; attention psychiatric corps:

Entry Nr. 389: I’ve been eavesdropping at doors. For them I am dangerous, they want to isolate me on this planet CPG05. They say that I would be alone; I hate being alone, so, I am going to take him with me.

Entry Nr. 390: I walk straight ahead and I see thousands of paths joining mine. The effects of the medicine are fading away. He is here. He came. I love him as much as I hate him. He binds me and I fasten the ties. He wants to take control. I keep walking.

Entry Nr. 391: I’m lost. My path is itself decomposed into numerous ways, for- cing me to turn. For I must have turned, right? I shout. Nobody answers me except him, he wants to guide me... I am scared, he is to blame for everything.

Entry Nr. 392: The right path is here somewhere, I can feel it. I’m concentrating. I have to find an issue. He keeps whispering the way to me but I think he is wrong. That’s it. He’s been lying from the very beginning. I don’t need him any- more... No! I have never needed him. His presence is unbearable to me. I break our links and I tell him to go away. He does not want to. So, I run.

Entry Nr. 393: I am exhausted but I move faster. I feel that if I stop I’m going to be his prisoner. The more I move away, the more I have the impression that I discern the right path. Yes! it is the right direction, I know. I turn back. He is not here anymore. To think about it, he has never been here. I was him and he is not me anymore. I laugh. I found my path: No more allured. I was cured.