Two people - Wayne Herbert who now lives in Singapore and Linda McCleskey
who lives in Seattle, both such dear people - sent me this:
It started out innocently enough. I began to think at parties now and then - to
loosen up. Inevitably, though, one thought led to another, and soon I was more
than just a social thinker.
I began to think alone - "to relax," I told myself - but I knew it wasn't true.
Thinking became more and more important to me, and finally I was thinking all
the time.
That was when things began to sour at home. One evening I turned off the TV
and asked my wife about the meaning of life. She spent that night at her
mother's.