Jet lag has me waking up in the middle of the night and thinking of what I'd like to write the next day but also knowing I'll forget when I do wake up. I don't get up to write it down because I have hopes of falling back asleep. Though I do remember now, that as I was reflecting about some real world problems, I remembered a beautiful sentence and I reflected on what a luxury it would be to spend one's life thinking only of the beauty of beautiful sentences.