All day long I have been expecting a revelation of some kind. A breakthrough of sorts. The expectation gathered strength as the day progressed. Thus I turned ever more quiet, ever more contemplative. And ever more dull. By and by, I stopped thinking altogether for fear of interfering with that something that would come as if by magic. It is past midnight already, and I am getting ready for bed, but nothing has happened yet. Except that I am quite content with my passive quest. And my vegetative calm. Come to think of it, perhaps this is enough of a revelation, anyhow. At least for the day.