And my mind took on the properties of a sponge: a starving, dehydrated sponge, and so I sucked in as much information as I could possibly hold and I held it all in until I started to crack and burst at the points of stress, and I became completely hydrated and bloated. Finally, a night's sleep should release the weight and have it rush back into the space it came from. And I should be free to take in more...later on.
This rhythmic catch and release of masses of information is almost pleasurable to the senses.
And I realize once again that this life is worth living.
