A rainy day is for me a contemplative day. I must be aligned with the weather, just as a sunny day or a brisk day invokes automatic buoyancy. A rainy day also provokes or authorizes welcome idleness and reserve. Under the ceiling of intellectual indolence I disguise my incapacity to resolve what benefit if any arises from a general review of life from my narrow perspective.

Thinking, like digestion, involves time and chemical input, the indiscriminate application of natural features associated with any intellectual diet.