Finally, a night that wasn't too bad. Not good, but not bad. I did get seven hours of sleep, and I do feel better today in general.

I still didn't have time to get all of my work done, though... the first shift can worry about the paperwork part, if they have time.

I've figgered out the trouble with the world.

There are too damned many people who think that they're important, and, even more damaging, there are way too many people who actually believe that the people who think that they're important ARE important.

So... if everyone was as perfectly humble as I am, the world would be perfect. Nobody would think that they were important because they would realize that nobody IS important in the larger sense... that of the universe and infinity.

We can each be important to those around us, of course, and that is well and proper. What makes a person important, I'm starting to believe, is the number of people who love them.

And it's hard to love someone who thinks that they're more important than you are... or it should be, anyway.

But it's important to hang onto the concept... everyone in the world could love you, and then you die, and in 100 years nobody can really love you anymore... the people that did are dead too. So you would continue to become less and less important as the years and the centuries go by, until finally, you're no different than the asshole that nobody ever loved in the first place, not even his mother.

I just wanted to give you something to think about on this hot, hot Sunday.