To adapt another’s proverb, I must confess that in “making many observations there is much weariness”. It is painful to think, but it’s more painful not to think. If I can at first avoid reflection, I can escape the dilemmas which trouble me, but I can only escape them in the short-term. They come back with a vengeance, pounding me into submission. I cannot think, but I must. This may be the edge of sanity.