On reflection, I realize there’s an important point I left out. The decisions we make and the actions we take can be terrifying. There’s a great comfort in that which is known, even if it is unhappy. But to strike out in a new direction—to stand before the absolute—can leave us naked, shivering, despondent and weak. Everything within us screams, turn back. If we do not, is this too a kind of insanity?