Spend it all, shoot it, play it, lose it all, right away, every time. Something more will arise for later, something better. These things fill from behind, from beneath, like well water.
[Annie Dillard]

Today’s bit of “Gestures Toward a Theology of Sleep.”

“3. Bertrand Russell once said of Wittgenstein, “He says every morning he begins his work with hope, and every evening he ends in despair.” I’ve always wanted to know, what happened to him at night?”