Brains don't come  with instruction manuals.    They are fickle auto-didactic lobes and crinkles.  The cognitive spaghetti of global domination.   And rocket technology.   Data centers are being built everywhere to store the infinite guano that is human thought and all records of  all other places, moments on earth, on film, digitized, recorded, stored in a neat clean techno wasteland.   I am a great fan of the DSM 5.

Statistics have never been prettier.  Diagnostics are a breath of air after centuries of stupidity towards people sick in the head.    The capital M stands for 'manual.'   A handbook.   That's some wholesome motherfucking shit.   Handbooks are...fuck home base...handy things...useful.   The DSM 5 is an instruction manual.  

People are sick.  Not wrapped too tight.   Missing a few spokes.  That's why everyone should be mailed a free copy of the book.   Maybe do it like Welcome Wagon.  Include a sanitary wrapped thin mint, Narcan, a complimentary hundred Haldol pills and a MAGA strait jacket.  Or a pro-democrat strait jacket.  It will look nice.