Good morning.

I awoke dejava from a sleep on the hard floor under my computer desk and logged on reluctantly to the harsh realities of a rainy grey dawn. As I crawled creakingly to my feet I looked over expectantly at the blank blue computer screen with resigned disappointment; my experiment of last night had failed - drunks might well be geniuses but at motor skills they are incompetent fools. And sadly I can't remember the wise and witty things that I thought of last night, excepting lines of a song recorded by the Five Blind Boys of Alabama that keeps reverberrating throughout my mind...


(enround)

Lead: Sometimes        I feel    like a motherless child
Four blind Boys:  Sometimes     I feel    motherless child 

Sometimes        I feel    like I don't have a friend
        Sometimes     I feel                have a friend 

Lead: Sometimes        I feel    like a motherless child
Four blind Boys:  Sometimes     I feel    motherless child 

Together: A looooooooog way from home.
          A loooooooooooooog way from home.

Forgive me mates if I let you down.
But life must go on - tonight I'll get drunk in some Tennessee woods and report back my findings.

Meanwhile this report here gives an example of one of the most profound insights into a fundamental mechanism of the human condition...
_____________________________What is it?