I dreamt that I came up with a principle of good life of sorts. I am not sure whether I thought it up, or I accepted it from someone else whom I met in my dream. “The only way to survive in this world,” it went, “is to be a bit crazier than anyone else around.” I must have dreamt this in the middle of the night. As I was waking up during the night before falling asleep again, I did my best to memorize this principle, but it worried me more and more as the morning approached. “What if anyone else lived by the same principle?” Craziness would only escalate, of course. And it would escalate without limit. The principle would work only if it was a closely kept secret. By the time I woke up for the last time, I was eager to write it down as soon as possible. The fear of forgetting it was almost painful.