Sleep, sleep, wherefore art tho sleep? I don't know if it is common or not but there was a time when sleep would come to me and bug me till I went to bed. Back then I didn't give sleep too much thought. After the bugging I'd go to bed and sleep was right there.
Then came a time when I began thinking about sleep and what the lack of it could do to my next day so, off to bed and sleep would close in on me pretty quick. Now going to bed is the beginning of a big hunt. Mostly looking for sleep in all the wrong places. I believe that as some age they gain much knowledge, so much that it becomes hard to organize. Too, many chunks of knowledge come only in bits and pieces which create natural questions which also gets stuck into the clutter.
At least that is the way it is with me. Trying to find sleep at this phase, I lay myself down and visit most all these unorganized happenings or bits of knowledge, work on an answer or two, usually without results, then somewhere along the line sleep and I get together. It seems the clutter keeps building during every day making it a longer and longer hunt every night.
I must be a sportsman. I hunt a lot during the night then fish around for something to type everyday. I always find sleep so I guess that makes me a better hunter than fisherman.
Who knows what goes on behind closed minds? Does ever a 100% truth escape that pen?
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Imagination disposes of everything; it creates beauty, justice, and happiness, which are everything in this world.~Blaise Pascal
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