What’s the Margin of Error for the Infinite in Your Theory of Everything, There, Birchfield?

What does it even mean to process your emotions?
“I’m going to need all of my rage to form an orderly line to the right –
TO THE RIGHT – thank youuuu!”
“Pleasure, I’ll need you all lined up by degree with mildly tickled in the back and ecstasy beyond the measure of our highest heavens up front!”
“Psychotic depression, this form’s asking for your emergency contact number not a list of your demonic encounters . . . “
“Melancholy, the doctor is ready to see you – melancholy? Melancholy?
– Oh, they’ve locked themselves in the restroom? Good God!”
If processing doesn’t trivialize or obscure,
Then at the very least it exacerbates their initial agitation
And even the purest ontology can’t work around HIPPA laws
How am I ever to get to the math of my situation
With my zero point in constant flux?