Why is it that the deepest, most profound, thoughts always occur when we’re too tired to pursue that line of enquiry? Why is it that, when we’re a little more alert, all our thoughts seem so mundane as to not be worth pursuing?
In the immortal words of Paul Gauguin, "Where do we come from? What are we? Where are we going?"
As for me; I’ve just emerged from the duvet’s lair, I’m a part-time blogger and, at the moment I’m going nowhere!