"Don't overanalyze or ponder the deep meaning of each line. In the end, it can't look like acting." - Google results when searching the word "overanalyze"

I can get behind that. And yet I deeply understand that I also must not disregard the writings on the wall. The massive thunder. The pouring rain. Heatwaves. Erratic and erotic changes in weather and friendships. The burning bushes are everywhere if I choose to see them. Why did Sullivan's flip flops complete the circle during prayer? Why do I now stand while my bandmates continue to sit? Why did the housewarming plant she gave me suddenly die after we split? Who knows. But perhaps the question itself is as valuable as its answer.