While I'm riffing on the brain you might as well know: I'm not logical. I need a "higher modesty" to ask myself the tough questions. Science can scan my brain and locate schadenfruede, which dulls my ability to empathize (though not, apparently, my wife's). When I get really worked up about something, I don't think clearly. It's enough to make me think that my thoughts are hopelessly tangled up with my emotional state.