There is no such thought like this that both contents and vexes. Contents because it seems to contain all the bliss in the world, and vexes because it leaves no space for anything else. The reason for which it leaves no space is not only that it contains so much bliss, but also that it contains so much uncertainty. And I am sometimes so afraid of the uncertainty that I try as hard as I can to remove myself from the thought, from that beaming future – I try to reason my way out, as if hacking a path through the dense shrubbery of emotion. But it is impossible. And I get lost. What a thought, what a life, whatever shall I do?