My problems aren't big but it doesn't necessarily take a big problem to kill me.
I don't understand you. You don't understand me. What else do we have in common?
I will stop at nothing to reach my objective, but only because my brakes are defective.
Why does merely attempting to understand Reality so often seem to lead to going insane?
The majority is never right, unless it includes me.
What should I do if my problems aren't all solved by the time I die?