Hitler was elected democratically. I read that deceptively simple sentence to a group of teens this week in an introductory discussion about the Holocaust. The discussion moved on, but that sentence triggered a chain of associations in the mind for hours afterward. Eventually I came out of the trance of thought-spinning, recognizing – knowing again – that the mind has a propensity to attempt to solve the grandest mysteries of the human condition. This effort to “figure it all out” feels compulsive, tiresome, and pointless; it feels like throwing the body against a wall, over and over and over. Yet somewhere within the tumult is the flicker of recognition – the knowing again – that there are other options besides either figuring it all out or turning away in despair.