delta_waves klarchen ... the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the raveled sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Blam of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast. Shakespeare Then why, oh why, am I so weary of the world when I wake up? 000716 ... klarchen Balm, oh balm, of hurt minds. Where, oh where, might I find some of this balm? 000716 ... stan Not even in Gilead. 000731 ... not pat sajak Was is it to die and what is it to fear? what is it to sleep? 051216 what's it to you? who go blather from