"I have of late—but wherefore I know not—lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition, that this goodly frame the earth seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy the air, look you, this brave o’er-hanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why it appeareth nothing to me but a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors. "
(Hamlet; William Shakespeare)
I kept thinking of this speech all morning;
though I am not to the extent of 'foul and pestilent' yet,
but generally feeling the possibility of contagion
from the state of my own mind.
Not sure how to handle that level of responsibility?