Hmmmm, cause for pause...

I find that as long as I'm manic, even just a little bit, I'll never catch it. It's the proverbial needle in a haystack. Too many thoughts, unable to slow down enough to catch any of them. But then there's this one that you really can't grab, and it gnaws, gnaws, gnaws at you 'til you almost go insane.

For me, I always finally catch it, find it, grasp it once my mania comes to a halt and the free fall begins to take place.

Do you know that place between consciousness and twilight when you're just about to fall asleep, but then something awakens you...sometimes you get what was there if you make a consciuos and assertive effort to remember it...that's the space, the place, where I find "it".

Hope this helps. TgrsPurr, xo.