I just worked out why things like car and computer problems
cause me unduly high levels of stress. I lack the space in my mind to deal with
them.
I have the kind of mind (rather pointlessly, you might
argue) that needs constantly to explore the unfathomable. I want to know where
I came from, what comes next, what ‘I’ means, whether there are other forms of
reality and, if so, what place the material one has in the spectrum of
realities. And even within the perceived level of mundane reality, I want to
know what drives natural forces and the human condition – and that goes beyond
just the biological drives.
In order to do that I need a reliable base. I need a
comfortable, settled living environment and tools I can trust to work. To offer
a simple analogy:
If you’re walking along a road in a mountain range, how do
you observe the hills, the woods, the rivers and the wildlife if you’re
constantly having to stop to mend the freggin’ road?
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