Sometimes I feel very shallow. An idea comes and there’s just nothing attached to it. It’s random. Something I’ve heard somewhere. It just happens to fit. I think it and that’s that.

Sometimes it’s the opposite. Thinking about nothing in particular suddenly the realization occurs that there is depth to everything. Especially to the parts that are invisible. It goes way way back, back in time almost, and way way down, very deep somewhere.

But perhaps it’s just the result of too little sleep.