Reservoirs of Craft. The phrase came to me one night upon closing my eyes to fall asleep. I took the trouble, made the effort as a sign of respect for whatever muse it is that comes too me at such moments – along with a realization from sad experience, that if I didn't write it down I would either toss and turn attempting to fix it in my memory, or awaken the next morning with nothing more than a vague sense of something important that I'd overheard and failed to note, most likely both, lost sleep and a lost insight.