I've had one long lasting mania with euphoria, grandiosity, distractibility, sleeplessness, and heightened activity. It was immediately after Green Bean was born. That's the one I ended up hospitalized for and getting my diagnosis.
Anyway, during the mania I think I "saw" things in a way I'd never seen them. I had never really liked this lamp. I have a vivid memory of lying in bed on my side looking at the nightstand and seeing this lamp. My wife knew I needed to get some sleep. I was exhausted yet completely wired. There was no way I was going to fall asleep.
As I started at the lamp the pendants hanging from the lampshade looked stunningly beautiful. It was as if I was seeing the lamp for the first time. I just laid there and marveled at it. I commented to my wife how I had not appreciated it before and how pretty it was, but there was no way to communicate at the time how captivated I was.
It was one of the few moments I remember where I slowed down. So much of the time was a blur as I rearranged furniture, hospital papers, and everything else around the house.
There's no real significance to the lamp itself, except to remind me that I can't dismiss everything that happened while I was manic. Yes I wasn't sleeping, volatile, doing all sorts of pointless activities, and eventually becoming near psychotic. But at the same time I was seeing the extraordinary in objects that had always been around me. I was hearing the sublime in music I had listened to countless times before. It's thought provoking to me that we are all perhaps neuron firings away from being blown away by the beauty of the everyday.