Why bad things happen.

Thinking. Last night. While falling asleep. How good it feels. To be tired. And able to replenish one’s self. By drifting off. Into unconsciousness. In a very relaxed manner. I love being alive and conscious. Yearning for ever-lasting life. But still, I want my precious moments of unconsciousness. Yes, sleep is pure pleasure. Makes me wonder. If spirits fall asleep. And how do spirits sustain themselves? Maybe spirits thrive. On mere thoughts. Does the creator ever sleep?  Maybe he takes time off. A vacation. Little wonder. Bad things happen. –Jim Broede