Inspiration is bad for sleep

having belatedly finished the count of monte cristo, and listened to the sound track of les miserables (the musical) within the same day, it's left my brain buzzing with activity, such that sleep is greatly overdue, and waking time is swift approaching. the thoughts are not reflections, for reflections are like mirrors, allowing one to see the semblance of one self in the glass. no, rather, the thoughts are more like a crystal ball, a swirling ball of mist and mystery, into which one may peer, but seldom fathom.

the hands of providence and fate are indeed far reaching, and history only starts to appear with a purpose when a great mind organizes it all into a coherent narrative, only then to be critiqued and torn apart by feebler minds that base their life's work on destruction, for it is infinitely easier to destroy than to create. the disorderly of the world today falls into a familiar pattern of human struggle, folly and triumph tomorrow. great are the minds that organize and describe; just as great are the minds that organize, and create a new story for all to sing of.

having done with the 2 classics of a far more romantic era, the prevalent thought is one of awe. in awe of the capacity of the mind of the writers to contemplate, and to write. and not just to write, but with clarity, purpose, genius of plot, and beauty of language. and not just empty literature as is common in much of the post-modern literature, but that of a great message. and upon great grappling, awe of the human writers then gave way to reverence of the Almighty.

For who can comprehend the narrative that shall appear in the Book? the story of many twists and turns, defeats, setbacks, stumbles, strife, human weakness, human agency, and then to finally make sense in one final divine narrative. as Hugo and Dumas spin an epic that leaves one breathless yet in fervour, so shall God's final story leave all awestruck yet dancing. the hand that created the beginning shall write the end, and instead of a soliloquay, has invited all in a chorus of joy and hope.

at the end of it all, dumas will surely be vindicated, as in his wisdom, penned that "all human wisdom is summed up in two words - wait and hope." we await Lord, and we hope.