Night Time

Night time is a time to sleep. It is such a wonderful thing to do. I feel I could sleep for eternity. I feel I could just reach this bliss with one easy grasp of a pistol or dagger. Swift be thy nimble fingers and no more is thou troubles of consciousness.

What is I mumbling about again?

Well I had an interview for Yale today. It was nice. It beat my interview for Harvard by 2.352 times. We talked of astronomy, psychology, anthropology, the environment and the destruction of civilization being linked to food, climate, religion. How the climate and environment and resources shape religion. Why it wasn't just coincidence but actually a factor of the environment that certain civilizations were destroyed. Why the Spanish had conquered the Incans and not the other way around. Why there was but one domesticated animal and natural wheat/agriculture for the Americas and so many for the Europeans. How small pox was so destructive. Then we talked about food and nutrition and business. And I told him of the possibility of silicon based life and what it would be like. And he told me of how much blood resembled sea water and that a dog had been transfused with sea water and still managed to live perfectly fine. And we talked on and on about interesting topics rather than concentrate on the boring interrogation of what my extracurriculars were and all. We touched a bit on the school and Yale. So broad are my interests; know not what I shall pursue because the specialization of careers in the modern world is rather restrictive.

Well Oink oink for a night time pondering.