Oh, I remember having long, highly philosophical conversations with some random stranger at the shitters when I was last deployed in Iraq. Every day I would go to my favorite porcelain throne eagerly expecting to read what were probably the best stress relieving notes of the time. I would reply in kind with my own series of afterthoughts. I mean we talked about life, family, perpetual motion, the huge (and incredibly well-shaped) tits on the girl working behind the counter at supply (and what chances we possibly had to get taste of that). I think bathroom writing is inspirational, it should be a requirement for all governments to use this technique, maybe they could achieve more meaningful things while they're writing on the door and pushing out a big brown log.