It has come to my attention, in the throes of boring idleness, that when one has too much time on ones hands and decides to pursue the ever highly-regarded type of inaction of thought, one is thought of as a slothful, a grave sin to many mothers .
Which itself is a paradox for it is assumed that no work done when in fact thinking is a highly strenuous and stressful, I assure you.
Yet I also find that depression is many times more likely to capture the philosopher, leading to many counts of balding, misanthropic old men.
If we ponder deeper into such accounts, you may say that all of the great men in the method of thought, reasoning,a