In the evolution of my mind, sometimes things get left behind. Lately, I've been doing too much sleeping. Edgar Allan Poe once said that sleep are little slices of death. No wonder pregnant women sleep all the time. Part of you is dying. (No, I'm not pregnant) Whoa! That's too deep for me to contemplate at this very second. Too much deep thought can make a creative mind dizzy. This is the very first post to this "new page" and it's in the middle of the afternoon. Again, another deep thought.