So, the post I was working on tonight grew and grew and, dang it! I want to go to bed. Unfortunately, being an argumentative work, I feel disinclined to post some incomplete fragment. Forgive me, but as I work on bolstering my points, I often delete or severely edit what I already said. The takeaway is that until I finish the argument, I do not want to show an incomplete thought which may confuse the point or which I may later repent of upon reflection.
So, what to post tonight? *Whistling while twiddling thumbs, refusing to make eye contact*
I like to engage in hallucinatory daydreams. I mean that with a little non-effort effort, I am usually able to close my eyes and dream while still fully awake. I don’t know if that counts as lucid dreaming or not or if it is just some advanced form of daydreaming. Believe it or not, I have more than once made a short post out of some vision of this type when I am unable to write anything else. Well, the caffeine is fading, and I am afraid that if I try this, I really will fall asleep.
*Closes eyes*
Unfortunately, tonight there seems to be only reruns of The Wizard of Oz. Good movie though. I see Dorothy and her entourage dancing in a field not unlike the opening scene in The Sound of Music. Some munchkins are there. The Emerald City is in the distance.
*Closes eyes again* Oh, that’s a good idea.
In the depths of space beyond the dimmest of stars where light has yet to reach, the dark eye of night unblinkingly gazes into the spreading chaos of life. It waits to offer those men, those final starving men who will one day reach the boarder of light and shoot beyond, it waits to offer them all their dreams, a world recreated, a life lasting forever, and all for the price of their souls. From the deep dark of space the eye gazes.
(Now, what did I actually see? I saw a cartoonish spaceship on the verge of falling apart, her crew, and I continued forward, looking for something else. Then I saw the eye, still as it were, cartoonishly drawn, in a bit of space devoid of stars. From that I imagined the rest.)
Goodnight.
Tale Told 
What you have is a rare medical condition. So rare in fact that it has never been diagnosed. I fear it may be fatal, or at least fatalistic. (I don’t mean to be depressing, but no one since Noah’s day who has had this condition has ever bee documented to have lived beyond 160.)
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What also occurs to me is that you ought to see a doctor. No, let me explain. A doctor who is qualified to give differential (and/or indifferent) diagnoses. What you have had up ’til now is deferential diaspora. Between the two is a wide gulf of meaning!
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