Dear Lipsol:

There was a bird outside my closed bedroom window that kept flying into the window, hit it, but flew again into the closed window, trying to get through and into the room. Every time it hit the window (and I assume it hurt), it reversed and repeated, again and again and again. Eventually it died.

I understand the drive that you have to get clarity from the same person that repeatedly brought about the confusion, the feeling that you are crazy. The bird had that motivation, to achieve the impossible. It didn’t work for the bird and it won’t work for you.

anita