Unlike most other people, I'm just an average person.

Life may have no meaning. Or even worse, it may have a meaning of which I disapprove.

The fact that many things have no explanation ought to prevent them from happening; but it doesn't.

Why does merely attempting to understand Reality so often seem to lead to going insane?

Your reasoning is excellent, it's only your basic assumptions that are wrong.

They laughed at Edison and Einstein, but somehow I still feel uncomfortable when they laugh at me.

We've been through so much together, and most of it was your fault.