Reference: "Brain Wave Diary" (08/29/00).

Seven by twenty four life.

It is no good when I think. It is no good when I do not think.

It is good when I do neither.

There is almost always a transition point, a slim but crucial part that demarcates or connects two clear contrasts together, a balance point for extremes.

Hot, warm, cold.

Dry, damp, wet.

Bright, twilight, dark.

Aggressive, reasonable, passive.

These types of groupings provide illustration of the swinging point. There are certain things that have no transition state but they are few and far between, an electrical switch is one. It rudely interrupts the current flow providing only off or on.

Methinks the mind is like the former types with variable control. It is no good when I think because all I get is predictive or calculated result. It is no good when I do not think for it yields exactly nothing. It seems so perfect when I do neither.

The answers I yearn for are not data, nor facts or suppositions, they are but flights of fancy. Fanciful thoughts originate in between the swings providing insight and sometimes even revelation -- this is good thinking, pondering of the finest.

Sleep is another life span, lived in another time and space. The brash, loud, brazen awoken self slams these away as though they did not happen, a crying shame for life kept going without knowing this other side of growing. Much goes on in this apparent time of stasis, I would like to not think of all these lost gifts and graces.

I am alive all of the time I don't think.

"Whatever you pursue gains credibility... even undeserving things."