Prologue
Father and I are sitting in the backyard. It's a beautiful winter morning; one of those days that belong to the spring. He has a cup of coffee in his hand and his pipe is handy. I'm stretched out on a comfy garden lounge chair with nothing in my hands, unlike him I don't need caffeine or nicotine to keep me going.
Today I'm determined to squeeze from father the essence of thinking clearly. I've succeeded in dragging him out of his study, not a small achievement. I've disconnected all the phones in the house and I've even turned off my cell, father doesn't have one. Mother and her sister have gone to south Tel-Aviv and my kids are in school. I will have three uninterrupted hours. That should be enough; at least for a start.
"Father," I say, "let me tell you what I accept, and what is still bothering me."
He stares at the dance of the sunspots below the trees, probably thinking about something else. That's okay. As I proceed I'll draw his attention, I am talking about things that are at the center of his life and I'm his favorite daughter, his only daughter.
"I fully agree that I don't want an easy life - I want a full life. I also accept that in order to live a full life I have to have enough good opportunities and I need to advance some of these opportunities to a level that I'll feel I have made significant achievements."
He doesn't react but that doesn't slow me down. "By watching and listening to you I think I'm convinced that rather than leaving it to chance - to what people call good luck - my chances of living a full life will be much greater if I learn to think clearly. I'll be able to generate, or at least to recognize, the right opportunities for me and I'll be better able and have more stamina to persistently follow enough of them to fruition."
I still don't get any sign of interest. "You claim that the only things standing in the way of me thinking clearly are some specific obstacles."
"Obstacles and practice. A lot of practice."
At last, some reaction. A little provocation is in place to get this discussion rolling. In a slightly stronger tone I say, "That is exactly my problem. You say that to think clearly, to think like a true scientist, a lot of practice is needed. I think that I am thinking constantly, whether I'm conscious of it or not. But that is apparently not what you mean by practice, so will you please tell me how one practices thinking clearly?"