This is a slow reading letter to myself.
Some problems are not about not knowing the answer. In the moment, they are simply hard to do. Stress, sleep, appetite, emotion, and the rhythm of daily life often make decisions before reason catches up.
I want to sit with one book and one question at a time. Not to rush toward a conclusion, but to see the thing a little more clearly. If it happens to keep you company too, that is enough.