there is something to be said for staying up all night...
The birds outside my window, that used to mean morning/work, now seem songbirds meant solely to guide me in my sleepy search for truth. Todays truth: even the unnatural must somehow be accounted for in what we call 'natural'. The same goes for the sameness that is so prevelant in all that is different (and vice versa). Not that I am confusicous or anything, just that I have oxymoronica in my bathroom and its got me wanting to create quotes...

good night,
jdon