On Late Night Thoughts

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night thinking, my mind ablaze with activity. The subject matter may range anywhere from a to z. Mostly though I think about life and the wonder of it all. Here is a part of the universe, thinking about itself and indeed I am a part of the universe and this planet, however small and unimportant I may be.

Words come easily in the middle of the night but in the light of day, they come hard. I have always been interested in how the brain works, especially mine. It is a continuing sense of wonder and amazement. Wonderful thoughts at night give way to hesitation and searching during the day.

Late night thinking is often full of insights into my life, all life for that matter. Words flow like water in a stream, the words are correct with the right sense, the sentences perfect in their construction, all done with seemingly no effort. The thought occurs that I should write those ideas down, to record, to share, but when fully awake, the vision is gone. What remains is only a skeleton of what was an all encompassing vision. Why can't I re-create those words, the images, that emotion during the daylight?

I have a theory that when I wake up in the middle of the night, that only part of the brain is awake, the creative part is fully engaged, the analytical part is still asleep and when the analyzer wakens, it puts the brakes on the creator. This is only my impression of what is going on. Perhaps an expert on the human brain may express it in different terms. What ever is going on is interesting and fascinating (at least to me).