At 3am, I ramble

It is 3 am and I can’t sleep. The ticking of the fan overhead and the sorry spectacle of my life before me!
The mysteries of life become clearer to me; at the end of the day I have only myself and a silent, cooling world indifferent to my sorrow. God does not speak; only physical discomforts and the need to take sleeping pills are real. Where are all the great philosophies consoling us? Where indeed are human touches? Only, the over-awing sense that all is vanity and this blogging, a vanity of vanities…do I touch anyone and even if I do, what then? No matter, the struggle does not availeth.
Amen.

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