Some times I wonder

An everlasting puzzle this thought: the brain rests, no it doesn't and when we do( sleep) it entertains itself by choking about the pieces of information that the day, or our thoughts during the day have used and has a whale of a time making theatrical tricks and ideas that keep it going, because it never wishes to stop, or so it seems, this is not science, I am no scientist, just having fun playing with your ideas and coming up with some thoughts. And what fun it has in the early hours of the morning as we are half awake and dreaming of the most absurd things, it has a sense of humour I think it must have, and a sense of the deeply dangerous and nasty, in fact an all-rounder when it comes to subjects, unending, and sometimes it comes up with poems, or designs for sculptures or paintings and no-one knows where they came from it is a synthesiser of what we see and do and think and move and and and all that in one great mixed bag of indescribable complexity, oh what fun it is, and how frightening sometimes too. Our goals are our own and set by us individually, or by our individual brains according to the things which interest our particular brains that's what I think. But as with all things there are norms and general goals but then there are so many that to tell you here would take all night!!! Don't yo think? Quite a thought Loved, and the same from Ann of Norway.

What does one reply to THAT, I am glad you can enjoy what I write and hope that what good it has in it of inspiration and interest to yourself can inspire you to write more poetry, and enjoy life doing so, that's the main thing isn't it? I haven't got around to all your posts but there are limits to how long one SHOULD stare at this screen, I tend to do so far too much, so be it, but I will look at more of your work anon. Thank you, thank you loved, from Ann of Norway.