It is a good thing that I don’t know the true depths of other peoples minds. I have enough trouble dealing with the depths of my own.

Why spinach?
Is it pos­si­ble to ever accept the inher­ent con­tra­dic­tion of human­i­ty?
Why can’t I remem­ber what my favorite col­or is?
Does the word ‘verlis­ter­ly’ exist for oth­er peo­ple or just for me?