I aim for thoughts so profound that I will perish the moment I succeed in framing them. Regularly. I’m a free climber of the highest peaks of ideation. I get upside down and hang over certain obliteration as if I might be hiding wings. And if you fall from up there, well, you will have an interesting dream during the descent. But the thing is this… inside? You’re just like me in this regard, and this is part of why you dream.