Some substantial amount of writer's block and a week and a half of inspiration devestating events produces...

A weak mind is one that thinks it can conquer the night.

Cool, I guess. I'm no socrates but it was relevant to a conversation and it stuck like a peanut in a shitpile to the walls of my mind, where it sat until expressed out of context. This sounds like the philosophical stuff everyone comes up with, but I am experiencing a period here filled with self-loathing, so who knows? Maybe it's brilliant.