I've been sitting in this swanky captain's swivel chair with a sweet cuppa and deciding what to write about on this decidedly grey and dull Saturday afternoon. It's at an odd time of day: a time succeeding all that I've had to do and preceding that which I want to do [there's a pub involved... surprise, surprise]. And I'm finding myself meditating on nothing. Not unusual. Meditating on 'nothing'... emptiness; unknowingness; limbo, as I call it. But even after all these years, I still can't quite get to grips with "emptiness" -- either as a feeling, or as something to analytically define. A spiritual state of being? A chemically-induced feeling? Simple boredom? I still don't know. I'll write about it properly -- one day. In the meantime, though, here's a haiku about it: "LIMBO" First: the drudgery. Last: the fun, frolics, and wine. Define the middle? The Inbetween Time. Cool and cloudy confusion. Doubtlessly empty. Not a sinful soul. Ignorant of the Divine? Clearly hard to say. More silence needed. To enjoy the Spotless Void; Be the Wise Old Owl. Contemplation's done. Limbo ended for the day With my last full-stop.