Meditations

Often the greater amount of useful time is spent pondering and philosiphising.
I understand fully that philosiphising is not a word, but in this circumstance it suits my purposes.

The purpose is that of meditations. That or half drunken revelations that may or not stem from the same ideas. Evert time I find or imagine a new one I rush to put it to paper, flesh, or whatever writing surface is available.

Lacking such conveniences, these ideas are generally sent to waste rather than given the proper amount of respect they deserve.
(Which is usually none.)

Note to readers the rambling of this article has dealings directly with sleep depravation and far too many chapters read of Nostradamus.

Right, right, back to the point. Ideas are spilling out of head. Need place to store. Share if possible.

Here goes:
Life is a disease; sexually transmitted and invariably fatal.

The Bible was the source code to reality hacking.

People without all the information tend to make up what they are missing.