I seem to thrive during extended periods of time. Given a chance, I could become a workaholic. I was. A chance to fall into a breath of complete focus. I can't imagine why anyone would pass it up. Indeed I cannot imagine why anyone would wish to sleep if one didn't have to.

Awake every living moment - to think, to believe, to analyse, and to thrive. No time is wasted on happenings that can't be remembered - where every hour is spent lucid.

But the moment I stop and lose that focus, I can't pick it up again. It's a different strain of though. A different frame of mind that I cannot delve back into. perhaps it's why I run hot and cold. The moment I lose the heat, I can't get back to it because I can't remember how I got there to begin with.