Sudden clarity

As I made yet another "write it down or I'll forget it because my brains are like Swiss cheez these days and it drives me nuts when I can't remember something I was thinking of, no matter how insignificant or trivial that thing was" note to self on a pad of paper made from the cut-into-eighths waste paper from my office's fax machine last night, I realized something, which is: When I have merged with the infinite, they are going to find my earthly husk among stacks, sheaves, piles and drifts of Post-It notes, paper napkins and bits of scrap paper all scribbled over with things like "blonde girl on House ep -- Missy Crider -- who? IMDB" and "the bends -- can get it from just being deep underground or only in water? ref. Brooklyn Bridge construction" and "Jeremy Bentham." It's my version of Crazy Cat Lady, only safer because insane-sounding, disconnected bits of thoughts on paper do not eat your corpse, generally speaking.