Time assumes another dimension now - work and absorption in the search for an answer.

I am in love with what I am doing, because the answer to this problem is right here in my mind, and soon - very soon - it will burst into consciousness.

I want to stop time, freeze myself at this level and never let go of her.

The world around me and my past seem far away and distorted, as if time and space were taffy being stretched and looped and twisted out of shape.

If there is a Question, there got to be an Answer. The search for that answer is where the line between the intelligent and the non-intelligent beings are drawn.

I'm living at a peak of clarity and beauty I never knew existed. Every part of me is attuned to the work. I soak it up into my pores during the day, and at night—in the moments before I pass off into sleep—ideas explode into my head like fireworks. There is no greater joy than the burst of solution to a problem. Incredible that anything could happen to take away this bubbling energy, the zest that fills everything I do. It's as if all the knowledge I've soaked in during the past months has coalesced and lifted me to a peak of light and understanding. This is beauty, love, and truth all rolled into one. This is joy.