Yes, thanks for asking, I am feeling a bit dizzy. This could be a combination of factors including medication, hunger, or excitement. And Tony is smoking something in the bathroom that I couldn’t help but inhale while brushing my teeth. So again, don’t just assume it is the crazy pills. You have no way to prove it.

You know, you are going to have to stop obsessing about this sooner or later. Your constant questions and concerns about the effectiveness of these things I’m swallowing are keeping me from sleeping soundly at night and getting things done during the day. Perhaps if you just let it drop then the pills could do whatever they do and I could do whatever it is I want to do. Can’t you take comfort from the fact that last night I proved everything is still functional? Don’t you understand that you’re making me nervous, the exact opposite of how I’m supposed to feel? I’m beginning to think perhaps you need some crazy pills.

Let’s just agree to stop talking about this for the rest of the week. If by then there is something worth mentioning I’ll tell you and we can make a decision at that point. Okay? Okay.

And just to distract you I’d like to take a minute to explain the idea of eternal return with a little help from Milan. I’ll let him start:

“Putting it negatively, the myth of eternal return states that a life which disappears once and for all, which does not return, is like a shadow, without weight, dead in advance, and whether it was horrible, beautiful, or sublime, its horror, sublimity, and beauty mean nothing.”

So this is a bad thing? Nothing even matters?

“If every second of our lives recurs an infinite number of times, we are nailed to eternity as Jesus Christ was nailed to the cross. It is a terrifying prospect. In the world of eternal return the weight of unbearable responsibility lies heavy on every move we make.”

So then, it is a good thing?

“If eternal return is the heaviest of burdens, then our lives can stand out against it in all their splendid lightness.”

So what you’re saying is that heaviness is bad and lightness is good?

“The heaviest of burdens crushes us, we sink beneath it, it pins us to the ground. But in the love poetry of every age, the woman longs to be weighed down by the man’s body. The heaviest of burdens is therefore simultaneously an image of life’s most intense fulfillment. The heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to the earth, the more real and truthful they become.”

I’m not a woman, but I, too, long to be pinned down by a man’s body. So what does this all mean? Oh yeah, I remember, that I should try and stop thinking about the crazy pills. I’ll give it a shot. I promise.