Thinking, thinking, thinking, all this thinking crowds the closet of my heart, over and over the same thoughts circle in vain, as if thinking got us anywhere.
And the answer is not feeling, feeling, feeling either. This girbils cage is equally self defeating.
A dear friend, Dr. Gerald Kraines tells a wonderful story of how as a medical student at Harvard, he was told a piece of wisdom in his physiology class by his professor that he never forgot. "If is dry, wet it, if its wet, dry it" All the wisdom of the ages of study reduced into a simple principle.
From this came the psychiatric wisdom, if you are thinking too much, feel, if you are feeling too much think. A principle that bears some attention.
"A thousand spleens bear her a thousand ways,
She treads the path that she untreads again;
Her more than haste is mated with delays,
Like the proceedings of a drunken brain,
Full of respects, yet nought at all respecting,
In hand with all things, nought at all effecting."
Venus and Adonis (Act V, Scene I)
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