I know what it likes to have a mind that is superbly unstable. It's a kind of a calm and quite stream, more precisely a delicate one big lonely stream. A pebble could change its contour and that's it. It then starts changing it's ways it used to have, zillion unpredictable emotions dancing wild, mysterious so damn mysterious. And we know nothing about the outcome because it depends.
It depends and relative so we should wait. Life saves no special gifts for wavy minds. It's a gambling, a real gamble with the throbbing life. Liveliness, a joker who comes uninvited before mass, only to please others and to be pleased. At the end, when everybody leaves, it gets ill then eventually breaths its last.