One wonders why, when we have felt joy in the past, and anticipate we will again in the future, we bother to be melancholy in the interim period. Why not just skip to the joy? Oh, sure, we blame this or that external cause, “my life isn’t where it should be,” “I made a fool of myself earlier,” “my goldfish died” etcetera, whilst knowing that, in the future, those same memories will still be present in the same mind that feels joy. Time, as always, is the healing factor - or rather experience over time, as though each additional memory places a wafer on the bed of spikes. Yet perhaps if time were ignored we could...