So here I am, sitting behind my desk with a sore throat, a headache and a stuffed nose, at 6 o'clock in the morning, thinking about a Youtube clip I saw yesterday. The clip is simply about how long a piece of string is. It could be 32 cm long, or 12 inches, or 18 fingers, or a million atoms... or infinite, depending on how you measure it. British actor and comic Alan Davies discovers on his journey that everything is put in perspective. If you have a spare hour, it is worth watching.

So that got me thinking, just how sick am I right now? Do I have a mild virus of a terminal disease? The fact that I'm up in the middle of the night, is that because I'm a bit restless or do I suffer from chronic insomnia? Am I a realist of a hypochrondriac? I guess I'll never know. Unless I'm dead in two weeks, then I can rule out the mild virus...

Moving on to comics. Do I own several thousands of them or just one, with an infinite amount of pages, considering it is one big story in a giant multiverse and everything is connected? Thinking back to the origin of comics when they were comic strips in newspapers, I could also argue that I have hundreds of thousands of comic strips. Or breaking them down to their components, do I own a small forest worth of paper? Millions of octopuses (sic) worth of ink? Several tons of pigments for the color? Think about the thousands of pencils and erasers that were used to create the images. Tons of steel for the staples. But most of all I own enough electricity from years of brain and muscle activity from the writers, artists and other creative people to power a small island nation for several months... Consider that next time you look at your comic collection!

The fact that I'm feverish could contribute to my ramblings... yeah, definitely... or indefinitely, depending how you look at it... Whatever, I'm going back to sleep.