Bouts of Insomnia

I am once again awake past midnight. I would love to be able to fall asleep as soon as my head hits my pillow, but that is simply not the case. On a positive note, I suppose that my bouts of insomnia provide me with more time to read. I read the following today, and was left feeling contemplative:

"Not a single star will be left in the night. The night will not be left. I will die and, with me, the weight of the intolerable universe. I shall erase the pyramids, the medallions, the continents and faces. I shall erase the accumulated past. I shall make dust of history, dust of dust. Now I am looking on the final sunset. I am hearing the last bird. I bequeath nothingness to no one."

~Jorge Luis Borges