That seems like a plan for disaster. I ruminate constantly on death and the nature of reality because of OCD/OCPD/Whatever. I have sought reassurance in the certitude of mathematics because mathematics do not lie or deceive or input bias. If it is wrong, it is wrong and can be worked backwards to find the error. I have applied this MO to life because it is easier to seek assurance from reviewing the probabilities of the Pattern than to rely upon someone else's subjective vision when I seek the objective truth in everything. Obsession comes as easily as breathing for me.

If we cannot be reassured that what we perceive is reality, by any means, then why do we fight for a sense of normalcy when we have never known it?