How can I be sure I've succeeded, if I can't remember what I was trying to do
For some strange reason, no matter where I go, the place is always called "here".
Isn't it a coincidence that you and I are both alive at the same time?
If I do enough different things in enough different ways, I may, eventually, do something right.
Speak nothing but the truth, and you'll soon be considered dangerous.
I don't have any solution, but I certainly admire the problem.