Insanity
This is insane. Half past five should not be permitted to don the celestial garb of half past ten. I demand a refund of two hours of missing sunlight, and preferably in units of happiness. Due entirely to the indecorously premature darkness, I am almost as depressed as the flowers on my windowsill.
Reading Descartes is also a form of insanity, or so I have concluded in the past several days. "There must be at least as much reality in a cause as in its effect"? How exactly, pray tell, does one quantify "reality"? If I caused (made) my bookshelf, am I more real than it is? And why, too, must a cause possess only one effect, or an effect possess only one cause? Can you have additive (cumulative) reality? If an effect has two causes, is it possible for each cause to contribute x reality each to the 2x-real effect? Can you even have 2x reality???
And if Descartes uses the above statement as the proof of existence of God as the "first cause" of everything, does that mean that God (cause) is necessarily more real than I (effect) am???
Using many repeated punctuation marks is a sign of insanity. Asking too many unanswerable questions is a slippery slope to insanity.
Descartes, oh Descartes, you got it wrong. It goes: I think, therefore I am insane.