I had an episode night before last worth writing about -

I woke up at 3:00 with a terrible coffee withdrawal headache. It was bad. I can't go on drinking coffee - it actually gives me headaches now. So I got up an played my electronic keyboard, using headphones. It was very nice. My headache disappeared while I  played (music therapy!) and I improvised better than ever before (I just discovered improv last week). But by 4:00 it was time to get back to bed - I had to be at work at 7:30. So my headache returned. I didn't know how I was going to get to sleep like this, so I started observing my breathing and used the pain to drive my consciousness deeper, and I found a very spiritual place deep inside myself that I hadn't been in touch with in decades. It was beautiful, and a full justification for spending a life seeking the spiritual in everything. I couldn't keep my concentration though - my mind kept wanting to think about books, movies, and other things - the equivalent of eating candy when I should be eating good food - and I kept drifting back to the surface, where my headache was lying in wait. So, the lack of discipline overcame the revealed state. Too bad. Still, it gives me something to work towards, and showed me the value of a headache. I got up at 4:30, ate an apple, and had a couple of advils, which let me grab a nap before I had to get up at 6:15.

So - spirituality and music in the small hours - not bad for an old man saddled with a full-time job.