at some point the body and mind will cease working, till then we keep it running. we keep talking, or writing, letting our thoughts jump into reality. i keep making things up. making our way in a world unfolding in front of us. Pretending we are wise, knowing the path, knowing the way. We keep making rules, then breaking them, them making more. then keep making money, then spending it.

what else might there be to do? is there a point to it all? its really hard to figure out what it is to do and what some would call waste, since what it is we should be doing. is work really what we are here for? Is it relaxation? I remember once arguing with one of my business partners about the merits of sleep, he was insistent that it was a waste of time to sleep, to me it is some of my favorite uses of time. a deep sleep is like dying and to wake up is something akin to birth at times, how could that be a waste? rebirth over and over again.

for me it is best to take everything lightly, to play it like it matters the most. but its just play, although i dont let others know this. others i feel appreciate this. they want you to focus your attention where you are and to be involved in is much as possible if you decide to play with them. if not, stand on the side, but observe with much enthusiasm, or drift off to sleep, but dont let them see you sleep. if not waste then what else is time there for.