If you can’t doubt the things you think, you will at first feel great, then grow confused until the brink of madness is your fate.

Among my many theories, there’s one of which I’m proud that sorts the mind’s pathologies by what one fails to doubt.

If you can’t doubt the things you feel,

you’ll grow depressed and cross,

because their quarrels will reveal

the strongest one is loss.

If you can’t doubt the things you want,

you’ll follow where they lead,

until you’re like a symbiont

with what you’ve come to need.

And if you fail to doubt your doubt,

you’ll lose your basic sense

of what your life should be about

and make no difference.

And the prediction that falls out

of that is in the main

that someone who is good at doubt

is likely to be sane.