Every new minute of every new day seems to vaguely improve. And I suspect that's because the alternative view- that everything is ultimately like something else and that and no one is autonomous- is probably the greater truth. The math does check out; the numbers do add up. The connections might not be hard-wired into the superstructure to the universe, but it feels like they are whenever I put money into a jukebox and everybody in the bar suddenly seems to having the same conversation. And in that last moment before I fall asleep each night, I understand Everything. The world is one interlocked machine, throbbing and pulsing as a flawless organism.
This is why I will always hate falling asleep. - Chuck Klosterman