It's high time I lost it, but i'm hanging on and hanging in. I like the night when it's quiet and alone, unsleeping like me. I remember third grade and trying to grasp relativity. Matter hung loosely from my fingers, and still I sucked in the essence of a concept I could hardly taste. Even so, it was precious, I knew, and I couldn't let go. Understanding swung in and out of consciousness, which is more than can be said for my candy-bribed classmates to whom I spoke of the matter at hand. I'd like that again. That delicious ache to understand everything- even the incomprehensible.