Is This Schizophrenia?

once upon a time there was a man who stayed busy all day long... but, night fell and so did all the earthly charades. walls tumbled, mountains fell into the sea, and all was made plane, plain in fact in peacefulness the warm syrup of deluded earthlife flows out the posterior end and new light fills the inner being good being good rediscovering what is on the other side of the ice wall shangri la milk and honey (and chocolate) timelessly flowing inward upward a multiplicity of dimensions as one nothing in the future no past just love now nothing more 'they' say Dopamine will help this condition I say, 'Dope? that's mean'