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Today I am a stained glass window:vivid but translucent.

What do you think of that?

I suppose it's always been this way, and I've only now begun to notice. Or perhaps something has changed, afterall. Has the operation become less covert? Cycles of REM and NREM effect even my diurnal self, in a spectrum of ways I am only beginning to explore ( Read more... )

The only thing math is good for is a cure for insomnia. Late at night, when the curtains are drawn and the heartbeat of the clock is magnified (blame the theory of relativity), I love math. I love it like a mathematician, I love it like Einstein, I love it like Mr.Browzen. Because it works so nicely towards incuring slumber. Count sheep. Solve ( Read more... )