Last night I slept off and on. All told, I must have slept only a couple of hours. While I was awake, I could not imagine falling asleep again. Staring at the ceiling, I marshaled my thoughts with great ease. The waking interludes were odd, though. I felt my life needed a total and complete overhaul. I was ready to pare everything down to the bare bones. To the absolute essentials. And I felt enormous power to change myself and everything around me. My will was indomitable. Irrepressible. Sure of my moral stand, I was willing and able to take every challenge facing me at the moment to the bitter end. Choices evaporated as if by magic. Life and death became one, the difference between the two irrelevant. Immaterial. The monk was back, I knew. He was ready to come forth and take over once and for all. One fine day he surely will, for he is gathering strength by leaps and bounds.