It's time for bed. Your head gently touches your pillow. Peace. But it is short lived. For next to you lies the reincarnation of Socrates, or Plato, nay Aristotle. They're about to speak forth words so deep that sleep will be but a distant memory. There is too much to plan, too many mysterious of the universe to solve. You can sleep when you're dead. Share with us your musings late into the night via the mail that is e: [email protected].