It's 2:37 AM, and I can't sleep.

People who know me know that I often draw things out to their illogical conclusions wherever it is the most painful. Perhaps it's my love of overblown drama and musical theatre, or perhaps it's my relentless pessimism at work. Either way, it seems I am dedicated to causing myself the most discomfort as humanly possible. Just earlier when I was attempting to sleep, I switched off the bed onto the floor for the while because I felt like I shouldn't be comfortable.

2:43 AM. Still typing.

I have oft been a proponent of the idea that the greatest enemy of humanity is human thought. The animals have it good; everything is instinct, nothing is remorse. (Lecture me all you will about animals being intelligent; they still have a long way to go to echoing any of the history of humanity.) However, with the ability to guess comes the ability to second guess; with the ability to trust comes the ability to betray; with the chance to dream comes the chance of nightmare. Ideas may be born of human thought, but so is destruction.

Human thought is nocturnal; the darker the sky, the darker the mind. I find my mind sinking into the depths of a wolf's howl as the moon rises, and all things are pain. Logic and sense disappears with the sun, and the trademark adolescent nitpicking of existence begins.

2:48, and nothing makes sense. But then again, everything makes sense; Why Not? being the philosophy of the hard of resting. Toss, turn, sit up, bend over, shut your ears hoping the sound of your mind will die away.

Stop, please, stop.

What is brought forth by this message of a tired mind? Where did it come from? Was it a disciple of the "Oh, what the heck?" camp, or a card-carrying member of the "It's about time" coalition? Could a third party be to blame?

Stop.

Stop trying to make yourself sound like that, I find myself typing. What do you hope to accomplish?

I don't know. I don't even know why I began this in the first place. Was everything I just wrote a diversion from what had to be said? No, no, I did think those things.

And as I look back, I did do this, and I am not sure why either. I have been offered explanations but I can truly accept none.

Nothing makes sense at this hour; but everything can make sense. This is no different.

All I can do now is apologize to those who may be offended, and offer these assurances: my goal was not deception, nor was it to play a twisted game with the people here. I meant no disrespect or foolery to anyone here; I had no malicious intent whatsoever. It was simply, a bit of night logic. I can't explain it; it doesn't make sense, but in a way, it did.

2:57 AM... maybe now I can get some rest.

--Pliffilif