This morning felt like the perfect time to give it all up, leave it all behind - "it" being this. Strong sense of "How could it matter which way I AM represents itself to itself when the representation necessarily falls short of I AM's descriptionless glory? Why the perpetual hunt for the best wordly coffin to stuff infinite potential into? How did I AM seemingly get stuck in a broken record of a representational groove?"
etcetera
never quit, just stubbornly try your best, middle finger at full extension ;)