home again home again jiggedy jig.

A car is a bad place for an all-out sleep, but a good place to begin rest and recovery from the trip to the faraway places you've been, a decompression chamber between Here and There. Though a car is not the ideal place really to think, to reassess or reevaluate things, it is a great place to have the illusion of doing so, and often the illusion will suffice.
Add to that, as soon as I stepped out of it after driving and thinking I had a splitting headache... :(

Good communication is as stimulating as black coffee.

Also, its just as hard to sleep afterwards....
Knowledge is the best eraser in the world for disharmony, distrust, despair, and the endless physical deficiencies humans are subject to.
But I burnt with indignation and grief; I could think of nothing else. All night long I had only snatches of sleep, waking up perpetually to the sense of a great shock and pain.
When action grows unprofitable, gather information; when information grows unprofitable, sleep. The repose of sleep refreshes only the body. It rarely sets the mind at rest.
Intellectually I know that the more connections lovers make, not just between their bodies, but between their minds, hearts, and souls, the more it strengthens the fabric of a relationship, and the more real moments they will experience together. Above all love is the gift of ones self. The only victory over love is flight. I hope it never wins. I hope I'm not blind.
Trying to write this down confronts the mucky nature of English. That hysterical region of language making words excessive and impoverished at once. *sigh*