I've noticed recently that it seems strangely common for me to find myself thinking long, philosophical thoughts during the journey to work. I can only assume this is a result of striking just the right balance between the aftereffects of a night's sleep (which tends to make me more creative and imaginative), the complete absorption of about half my brain in driving (all the bits of my mind that are useful for thinking about concrete things and the here and now are busy doing so), and perhaps also an unwillingness to start thinking about anything more immediately useful because I'll only have to abandon it when I get there and switch over to work stuff. (I don't think about work outside work, to a first approximation. Being able to hang it all on the hook when I leave the office is something I've always valued.)

This morning's thought was introspective in nature, and concerned a strange contradiction I've just noticed in myself.