the rest
I find it very strange despite it being the opposite of unusual that we sleep. Every day we do what we do, we do a lot or we do a little, but in the end, inevitably, inescapably, whether after 16 or 24 or maybe even 36 hours we have to lie down, close our eyes, and disappear, body and mind recharging with life. Are we plugging into a power source like we would plug in a cell phone or a computer at when the red light starts to blink? What would life look like – can you imagine – if we never stopped? Would we have scrolled through history faster?
