I think this poem, that I discovered in Wayne Muller's Sabbath might explain why I like to stay up as late as possible instead of going to bed:
Another Loss to Stop For
Against such cold and mercurial mornings,
watch the wind whirl one leaf
across the landscape,
then, in a breath, let it go.
The color in the opaque sky
seems almost not to exist.
Put on a wool sweater.
Wander in the leaves,
underneath healthy elms.
Hold your child in your arms.
After the dishes are washed,
a kiss still warm at your neck,
put down your pen. Turn out the light.
I know how difficult it is,
always balancing and weighing,
it takes years and many transformations;
and always another loss to stop for,
to send you backwards.
Why do you worry so,
when none of us is spared?
~ by Jill Bialosky
American poet, book editor, and novelist
"We don't receive wisdom;
we must discover it for ourselves
after a journey that no one can take for us or spare us."
"There's no basement in the Alamo.
It's not something they teach you in school.
It's one of those things you have to find out for yourself."
Pee Wee Herman