Seat of Enlightenment

When there is time, things are usually clearer. On the right perch, all sights and thoughts blend in seamlessly. Which then explains my recent inexact train of thought. With a solid twenty-minute shift on my very own can - my last private enclave - it became apparent that I may have been sitting on the wrong seat for a while. You see, although the conveniences at the workplace or gym provide, well, convenience, they serve very poorly as a place for the mind. And when great thoughts are required, they almost definitely fail. Only in your own home, or that of some very understanding friend, will you find peace, comfort, and a well-outfitted library. Together, these form a true vestige for revigoration, innovation, and of course relief. Now that I have this thought out of me, I will be adjusting my daily constitution accordingly. Prophetically, the toilet really is my best friend.