@Dutchy,
**For those who
feel that last line of firefly's, and it does make one sympathise with anyone who says it so achingly, here is a little quote from Francois Rabelais--
"Then came the hour when sleep,the Heavens' gift,
Comes graciously to greet weary mankind."
Anybody who runs that through their soft-pillowed heads with the various intonations of a hypnotist will soon be spark out.
It's in the dream stuff, which Freud made such a mess of, in Book Three, Chapter 14. It is quite amusing. And as scholarly as modern scholars are unable to match.
wonder what I'll dream.
I know! Under summer appleboughs
I collect gold coins