I've had so many of them. Writing breakthroughs, insights about life, transcendent music listening experiences.
After a while you realise it isn't coincidence. Springsteen was right: "Show a little faith, there's magic in the night."
Too many good things have come from not sleeping. Sure, I feel like shit come the morning, but you carry on. Right now it's 3am and I'm up at 7 for an 8am call time. But its worth it when I've done some writing and had a profound experience listening to Pearl Jam.
Three weeks from now, who cares how little I slept three weeks ago? That's what always gets me about the people who leave early, I don't get it. They invented coffee, y'know. You can sleep the next night.
So much of sleep is based on societal norms. I still battle with this concept in my head that my sleep is abnormal. Abnormal to who? Why should I give a shit?
The night is so quiet. You finally get to be alone. No-one can tell you you're going wrong. There's no-one to please. It's an opportunity. The night doesn't judge you, it just sits quietly in the corner offering you a chair.