I have had sudden storms of inspiration punctuated by claps of reason. But as all storms are, they leave quite a mess behind, notes strewn everywhere, explaining all the arcana of the universe — twice. So, do I take the explication that I wrote down first, or the more recent one, or do I try and sort of fold them together so they become some two winged creature? But that never works, because they each want to go in different directions. If they don't rip apart at the seam, then they just kind of twitch on the ground, going in random spurts here and there, not really making much progress at all.... Usually, when there has been too much rationality marching across the horizons of my mind, I sit still until all the loudness passes by. Then I look through the scraps that have been thrown away: there, I have found such treasures, such secrets. It's as if the real answer why is always overlooked, tossed aside as life rushes on....
