Muse

It's quaint how the sleep-deprived and overworked mind seems least muddled, yet when you wake up in your stumbling grogginess it's never more clear that what seemed like an epiphany was and is just a figment of the blunt and fumbling primitivity that inundates the fatigued cerebral. Maybe, though, it is exactly when we are at that moment, stripped of all sensibilities, that we are most truly astute.