What To Do Till The Sandman Comes
June, 1964
Lately, at bedtime, I have started using my brain for thinking, and I wish I hadn't. As soon as you decide to think, you have to select some subject to think upon, and once a subject is on your mind, you find yourself asking questions about it, and when you run up short against unanswerable ones, your idyl with Morpheus has had it.I find, on searching textbooks, encyclopedias and other esoterica-laden tomes, that none of my questions have answers, or, at least, no answers that will satisfy me. T...
