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Inspiration

Inspiration

Something happened to me that has never happened before, and it was a momentous occasion. Or so I thought at 3.30 am.

You read about this kind of thing all the time: some of the greatest minds in human history wake up in the middle of the night having written an epic poem, composed an entire symphony, or solved some baffling problem that has been bugging scientists or philosophers for decades. And at half past three in the morning, I woke up with a phrase which, I felt sure, was Important, with a capital “I”. It was the greatest single thought that ever had, or probably ever will, occur to me, and I knew what I had to do: write it down before I forgot it again.

Since I don’t keep a notebook next in the bedroom, I had to stumble out of bed and locate something to write on, and something to write with, all the while constantly repeating the phrase to myself like the demented idiot I am, so that I would not risk forgetting it before I had the chance to record it.

And so, happy in the knowledge that the greatest thought ever known to mankind was safely scrawled on a pice of paper, I retired back to bed and went to sleep.

You know how things look rather different in the cold light of dawn? It’s amazing the sobering effect daylight can have on you. This is what I was confronted with at breakfast time:

If you can’t believe the truth, what can you believe?

Now, honestly, what am I supposed to do with that? More to the point: what on earth made me think it was worth getting out of bed at 3.30 am for?