I have “Ah Ha” moments in completely useless spots.  You know, places where I cannot possibly act on my revelations.  The grown up equivalent of those I’m just high/looped/tired enough to get that the “fourth dimension is UP, man!” flashes.  I wouldn’t call them epiphanies, they’re more like epihanettes.  They seem to occur while I’m walking along Portobello Road, pulling my stylish trolley.  Or, when I’m swimming and I have to chant the meaning of everything that I’ve just discovered (I’ll share it later) over and over until I’ve finished the swim.  By the time I’ve gotten in the shower, it’s gone. (Sorry, gone, baby, gone, can’t share.) Or, in the car while I’m singing along with “Carry on My Wayward Son.”  Kansas, right, good memory.