There once was a pure man who was in fact very honest, congruent, sincere. He did not hide his emotions from God, nor when they naturally flowed from within his being.
As his face began to become saddened at the thought of a tragedy, his tears barely forming, he was told, This is depression.
As he later smiled with a heart booming with joy, he was told, This is mania.
As he began to become serious in bearing responsibilities of others, he was told, This is bunted affect.
Turning to the diagnostician, he said, This is a theatre, you are the director. Can I be the audience now?