I woke up late today and lay awake in bed for two hours. A pale light was drifting in through the heavy winter drapes that cover my two front windows. From the hour of the day and the weakness of the light, I knew it must be overcast outside. I stared at the ceiling. An hour passed. I was hungry but felt no inclination to get up. If I just lay here forever, I thought, eventually I would die. If somehow I lost the will to get up from bed, I would starve to death.

What strange thoughts.

I turned back to the windows. There was so much serenity in those windows and the pale, diffuse light come drifting through. I don’t know why, but it occurred to me then that we know so little about ourselves.