Insomnia

Well, got myself the net connexion in Zagreb finally and earned some insomnia bouts as well. Must be the revenge of the universe for last night retirement at 9pm after a full day at the across the border spa.
I thought to entitle the jot Insomnia: Musings on Fate, as I promised my first commentator I'd mention the Japanese. But frankly, I think I said all there is to say about the perfect understanding that condones murder on one side and perfect action that fails to register on the other. Why these things happen at all is beyond anyone. They should be helped, they must be helped and if they help themselves - all the better.
But, as for help, I always envisioned it somewhat in the gangsta street code. Nobody knows why a mobster is a criminal but he himself knows he was thrust in the position. If you don't believe me, ask. He is, no more or less than somebody plain or elevated, likely to help you if you ask and merit.
On the other hand, I once wrote to the US President. He was too busy.